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Childhood Memory - the Big Red Machine
At the end of each summer day, while laying there in my bed, I placed a small transistor radio under the pillow near my head. Each night that the Reds did play I listened to the baseball game; Joe Nuxhall did the play-by-play - youngest player ever, adding to his fame. They were the Big Red Machine; often in first place; Pete Rose knocking out another hit; Dave Concepcion fielding with grace. Ken Griffey - the father - roaming the outfield grass; George Foster hitting home runs; Joe Morgan sprinting in a dash. Tony Perez, so consistent; Cesar Geronimo had the perfect name; Johnny Bench squatted behind home plate, catching another game. Through my little transistor radio, Marty Brennaman and Joe Nuxhall brought it all to life, as the sun faded away to darkness on those hot Ohio summer nights. And at the end of every night, Joe Nuxhall would sign off all alone, saying, "This is the old lefthander rounding third, and heading his way on home. "
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