By Barbara Golding

I have lots of baseball hats with all kinds of different logos and slogans on the fronts of them, but my favorite is my Atlanta Braves hat. I wear it out in public even when the Braves aren’t playing well. Lately my idea of a really great evening is eating “camp-out” style dinners in the living room with my husband, Bob and our 4 cats all gathered around the television set, watching a Braves game. I LOVE baseball…now. (more…)

A funny thing happened the other day. While visiting a lifelong friend, I had occasion to spend quality time with his 11-year-old son, Luke. I found Luke sorting his collection of baseball cards and leafing through an old copy of “Beckett’s Official Price Guide to Baseball Cards.” He stared directly at me and asked “MD, where are your baseball cards from when you were young?” “In my mom’s basement,” I replied. The conversation, as most with today’s youth, rapidly changed direction. Afterward I stopped by my mom’s house, ransacked her basement, and found my baseball cards from when I was 11 years old. (more…)

By J. P. Alexander

As the rest of the nation stumbled through the Depression era, a small fiefdom flourished in the Land of Dixie — not because of King Cotton, but because of leather shoes and baseball. (more…)