Baseball Cards for Macro Monday
This is one of those themes where they should have let us post THREE photos, not just one. I had several ideas and I shot two of them, and actually, this one wasn't even my favorite, but I decided to go with it anyway.
I grew up a Mets fan and somewhere along the line I became a Cal Ripken fan. I didn't really care all that much about the Orioles ( and I don't even like the American League... I mean really... that stupid designated hitter rule... come on!! Who doesn't love to see a pitcher hit a home run... well anyway....) In 1998, my son and I sat on the street overnight in front of the Baseball Hall of Fame in Cooperstown to get tickets to the Hall of Fame game between the Orioles and the Blue Jays. I had also entered the mail in lottery for tickets and although I thought I had a good chance of winning tickets (because I made my envelope out of baseball card packages sewn together) I had to be sure to get tickets. (I did win the mail in tickets... but the ones I bought were better, so the other ones I gave to some of Wade's teammates.) Anyway Cal did not play and I never got an autograph. So later I took Wade to a game in Philly... interleague play. And that night, after the game, I leaned over the dugout and handed my Orioles All Star game baseball (it had orange and black stitches) to Cal Ripken, he signed it and handed it back to me. Thrill of a lifetime. And he stayed there until everyone got their autographs. And I remember walking out of that stadium and stopping at the top, and turning back and seeing Cal Ripken , only Cal Ripken, no other players... not a Philly in sight, and saying to my son, who at the time was convinced that he would play major league baseball, "Look back there... and remember that.... because when you make it to the major leagues, THAT is the kind of player that you want to be."
And on September 20, 1998, I watched that game between Orioles and the Yankees in disbelief, as Cal chose to sit out and end his streak at 2,632 games, having surpassed Gehrig's previous record by 502 games. I didn't even speak to anyone for days. And I gave up on baseball. (Yeah, I know... I tend to overreact... but I'm consistent... I grew up a Jets fan, then I became a Joe Montana fan. When Joe Montana retired, I gave up on football)
But I still have several Cal Ripken souveniers (what a surprise, right?!!) and my autographed baseball with the orange and black stitches, signed by Cal. ♥
Macro Mondays theme: CARDS
Baseball Cards for Macro Monday
This is one of those themes where they should have let us post THREE photos, not just one. I had several ideas and I shot two of them, and actually, this one wasn't even my favorite, but I decided to go with it anyway.
I grew up a Mets fan and somewhere along the line I became a Cal Ripken fan. I didn't really care all that much about the Orioles ( and I don't even like the American League... I mean really... that stupid designated hitter rule... come on!! Who doesn't love to see a pitcher hit a home run... well anyway....) In 1998, my son and I sat on the street overnight in front of the Baseball Hall of Fame in Cooperstown to get tickets to the Hall of Fame game between the Orioles and the Blue Jays. I had also entered the mail in lottery for tickets and although I thought I had a good chance of winning tickets (because I made my envelope out of baseball card packages sewn together) I had to be sure to get tickets. (I did win the mail in tickets... but the ones I bought were better, so the other ones I gave to some of Wade's teammates.) Anyway Cal did not play and I never got an autograph. So later I took Wade to a game in Philly... interleague play. And that night, after the game, I leaned over the dugout and handed my Orioles All Star game baseball (it had orange and black stitches) to Cal Ripken, he signed it and handed it back to me. Thrill of a lifetime. And he stayed there until everyone got their autographs. And I remember walking out of that stadium and stopping at the top, and turning back and seeing Cal Ripken , only Cal Ripken, no other players... not a Philly in sight, and saying to my son, who at the time was convinced that he would play major league baseball, "Look back there... and remember that.... because when you make it to the major leagues, THAT is the kind of player that you want to be."
And on September 20, 1998, I watched that game between Orioles and the Yankees in disbelief, as Cal chose to sit out and end his streak at 2,632 games, having surpassed Gehrig's previous record by 502 games. I didn't even speak to anyone for days. And I gave up on baseball. (Yeah, I know... I tend to overreact... but I'm consistent... I grew up a Jets fan, then I became a Joe Montana fan. When Joe Montana retired, I gave up on football)
But I still have several Cal Ripken souveniers (what a surprise, right?!!) and my autographed baseball with the orange and black stitches, signed by Cal. ♥
Macro Mondays theme: CARDS