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Baseball in Heaven

My grandfather and I had a special relationship.

When I was young we lived near his home in Baltimore.  But, my family moved away from 
Baltimore when I was five and we lived most of my life in another state far away from my 
grandfather.  Whenever he called, however, I was the one grandchild he always wanted to 
talk to so we could discuss his beloved Baltimore Orioles.  I was the one grandchild who 
followed sports closely and always remained a true Baltimore sports fan.

Later in life, I learned that my grandfather was actually a gifted baseball player himself when 
he was young.  In those days, he would explain, professional baseball players did not make 
enough money to support a family so he had to make up his mind to either play baseball or 
get married and raise a family.  As it turned out, his love for baseball was only surpassed by 
his love for my grandmother and, although he hung on to the newspaper clippings that 
labeled him a “can’t miss professional baseball prospect”, he hung up his cleats and glove, 
married my grandmother and went out to find a “real” job.

But his love for the game survived and year in and year out, he and I discussed the 
intricacies of the game and enjoyed or lamented each baseball season based on the 
successes and/or failures of the Baltimore Orioles.  As crummy as the Baltimore bums are 
today, I was fortunate enough to experience and share many more successful seasons than 
poor ones during those limited years that I shared life with this amazing man.

I always felt sorry for my grandfather, considering him a victim of poor timing.  Had he 
been born about 50 years later in life, he would not have had to pick between being a 
baseball player or earning a living – in fact, with his talent, he could have earned a much 
better than average living while enjoying the one thing he loved most in life.

When my grandfather passed away, I was sure that he was joining a heavenly nine to once 
again strap on his spikes and don the leather.  Without a doubt, they must play baseball in 
heaven.  And I wait for the day that I sit in the heavenly bleachers and cheer on a young 
grandfather playing this wonderful game with other boys of summer.

(Inspired by, “is there baseball in heaven”, by Constance, A Rambling Poet)

Copyright © | Year Posted 2010

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Date: 8/15/2010 11:41:00 AM
Congratulations, Joe. I'm smiling and I believe my father is looking down from heaven at this poem and smiling with me. Love, Carolyn
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Date: 8/15/2010 8:51:00 AM
My congratulations Joe to you on your win in Constance ~ A Rambling Poet's contest "Scavenger Hunt". Love, Carol
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Date: 8/15/2010 8:36:00 AM
Congratulations Joe on your success in Constance's contest. Agape, Moses
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Date: 8/15/2010 7:27:00 AM
Congrats Joe on your big win in the Scavenger Hunt contest with this superior write and excellent win this happy Sunday... enjoy .. in Italy..yeah..luv..
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Date: 8/14/2010 9:29:00 PM
Congrats for the third place win, Joe
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Date: 8/11/2010 5:46:00 PM
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Date: 8/11/2010 2:38:00 PM
A very moving narrative, Joe. Wish your grandfather had had a chance to pursue his talents for baseball. My father is undoubtedly a member of the "Boys of Summer" league in heaven. I like thinking of him this way and I bet writing this narrative helped you feel better too. Love, Carolyn
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Date: 8/11/2010 12:37:00 PM
Constance is and always has been a true inspiration on the Soup.. this wonderful writes speaks volumes Joe as the the family connection as well as the sports one.. enjoyed a truly creative write from u my friend.. good luck with your contest judging..luv..
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