take a guess how many times you saw these two at the park on the diamond..
Boog took a nasty cut..:0074
there were times I thought he would come right out of his cleats.
Holy shit, that is so cool I got goose bumps reading it. Stuff like this stays with you forever. Thanks for sharing... :0074I'd have to say at least 250 times.
I was 8 years old when I became a huge baseball fan, that was 1963.
I also had a very close relationship with my grandparents who lived fairly close to Memorial Stadium.
Anyway, my grandfather was a Baltimore City policeman and he was in the traffic division. He was in charge of parking at Memorial Stadium during Orioles games. During the summers as a kid I stayed with them a lot and even on weekends during the school year.
My grandmother and I would ride with him to work and he let us in the stadium. It was free and we pretty much sit where we wanted but we had our favorite spots. Around the 4th inning granddad would come sit with us until about the end of the 7th inning, we'd stay the entire game and a good bit afterwards.
When he was finished work we rode home with him. Sometimes we'd take the streetcar or bus home.
Great, GREAT memories. Man, I'm actually tearing up right now.
I'd have to say I saw at least 25-30 games a year between 1963 and 1973.
Love you brother. This is awesome.I'd have to say at least 250 times.
I was 8 years old when I became a huge baseball fan, that was 1963.
I also had a very close relationship with my grandparents who lived fairly close to Memorial Stadium.
Anyway, my grandfather was a Baltimore City policeman and he was in the traffic division. He was in charge of parking at Memorial Stadium during Orioles games. During the summers as a kid I stayed with them a lot and even on weekends during the school year.
My grandmother and I would ride with him to work and he let us in the stadium. It was free and we pretty much sit where we wanted but we had our favorite spots. Around the 4th inning granddad would come sit with us until about the end of the 7th inning, we'd stay the entire game and a good bit afterwards.
When he was finished work we rode home with him. Sometimes we'd take the streetcar or bus home.
Great, GREAT memories. Man, I'm actually tearing up right now.
I'd have to say I saw at least 25-30 games a year between 1963 and 1973.
Holy shit, that is so cool I got goose bumps reading it. Stuff like this stays with you forever. Thanks for sharing... :0074
Very cool.I have his badge that he wore all those years as a cop. Of course it isn't worth anything but you'd have to shoot me dead to take it away from me. It's in my safe. :0074
I have his badge that he wore all those years as a cop. Of course it isn't worth anything but you'd have to shoot me dead to take it away from me. It's in my safe. :0074
Very cool.
This is kind of different but I have my ex father in law's WW2 memorabilia and ribbons and such. Has pictures of him liberating a couple camps and some Nazi staff car flags and such. He had already had a couple strokes and was in the Indiana state veterans home when I met him. He had great difficulty with his speech, but I was fortunate enough to spend a good amount of time with him before he ultimately passed. Going through his stuff and his life's memories was too much for my ex, Mary. That dude audio recorded and later filmed every weekend he ever spent with her and kept all the tapes and reels. Was an amazing man.
:toast:Very cool.
This is kind of different but I have my ex father in law's WW2 memorabilia and ribbons and such. Has pictures of him liberating a couple camps and some Nazi staff car flags and such. He had already had a couple strokes and was in the Indiana state veterans home when I met him. He had great difficulty with his speech, but I was fortunate enough to spend a good amount of time with him before he ultimately passed. Going through his stuff and his life's memories was too much for my ex, Mary. That dude audio recorded and later filmed every weekend he ever spent with her and kept all the tapes and reels. Was an amazing man.
I have his badge that he wore all those years as a cop. Of course it isn't worth anything but you'd have to shoot me dead to take it away from me. It's in my safe. :0074
I'd have to say at least 250 times.
I was 8 years old when I became a huge baseball fan, that was 1963.
I also had a very close relationship with my grandparents who lived fairly close to Memorial Stadium.
Anyway, my grandfather was a Baltimore City policeman and he was in the traffic division. He was in charge of parking at Memorial Stadium during Orioles games. During the summers as a kid I stayed with them a lot and even on weekends during the school year.
My grandmother and I would ride with him to work and he let us in the stadium. It was free and we pretty much sit where we wanted but we had our favorite spots. Around the 4th inning granddad would come sit with us until about the end of the 7th inning, we'd stay the entire game and a good bit afterwards.
When he was finished work we rode home with him. Sometimes we'd take the streetcar or bus home.
Great, GREAT memories. Man, I'm actually tearing up right now.
I'd have to say I saw at least 25-30 games a year between 1963 and 1973.
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Granddad on the left.
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I'd have to say at least 250 times.
I was 8 years old when I became a huge baseball fan, that was 1963.
I also had a very close relationship with my grandparents who lived fairly close to Memorial Stadium.
Anyway, my grandfather was a Baltimore City policeman and he was in the traffic division. He was in charge of parking at Memorial Stadium during Orioles games. During the summers as a kid I stayed with them a lot and even on weekends during the school year.
My grandmother and I would ride with him to work and he let us in the stadium. It was free and we pretty much sit where we wanted but we had our favorite spots. Around the 4th inning granddad would come sit with us until about the end of the 7th inning, we'd stay the entire game and a good bit afterwards.
When he was finished work we rode home with him. Sometimes we'd take the streetcar or bus home.
Great, GREAT memories. Man, I'm actually tearing up right now.
I'd have to say I saw at least 25-30 games a year between 1963 and 1973.
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