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Coming of Age In Centerville With Baseball and Girls

Summer nights in Centerville, sleeping on the top bunk bed; A transistor radio playing low, lying right there near my head. The Big Red Machine was in their prime; those boys could sure play ball; I fell asleep every night listening to the play-by-play of Joe Nuxhall. I entered my life of puberty with Charlie Hustle running to first; Davey Concepcion turning two and Joe Morgan with a speedy burst. Johnny Bench throwing out would be stealers, Pedro Borbon with a bending curve; All happening on the summer of my first kiss – once I finally worked up the nerve. With Tommy sleeping in the bed below – nary a care in the world, George Foster launched an enormous shot while I tried to figure out the girls. Jack Billingham was striking them out – an apt metaphor for my chances, As I fantasized about dating girls while two bases Ken Griffey advances. Tony Perez was still strapping them on; Don Gullet piled up some wins; Cesar Geronimo owned center field while my hormones multiplied within. Coming of age in Centerville, back in nineteen seventy-four, Meant listening to the Cincinnati Reds while thinking about the girl next door.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2014




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Date: 3/6/2014 5:50:00 PM
I loved the big red machine.. I couldn't wait for them to beat up on the Cubbies as I watched on WGN....great memories Tim
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Date: 3/6/2014 4:22:00 PM
great poem, joe! i love the way you've incorporated all your favorite players into each verse...
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Date: 3/6/2014 12:13:00 PM
Very sweet poem Joe..We all have those memories of our teenage years ..don't We..Reallt got me back in time.Lovely post!
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