Great article and thread! I was 8 when the Twins first arrived and baseball was the sport in that world of mine. Never played any organized ball. Just neighborhood pick up games as little league wasn't in my Minneapolis neighborhood. We played baserunner on the sidewalk with the lines being the bases and one would try to get as many bases without making an out from the 2 catchers. Record was 36 held by me. Also threw a ball against the cement steps for hours, used a tennis ball as the flies off the cracks or line drives were coming back fast. Had a large barn like garage with a huge roof where we threw the ball to catch high fly balls. Plus hours of pitcher and catcher with all the dreaded Yankees coming to the plate. Catcher would call strikes and balls and throw hits to field. And baseball cards, that I gave away after I grew up. I can cry as I had cards from the 1950's! It really hurt to take my son to Twinsfest and see those cards for hundreds of dollars a piece! So many memories and baseball endures for so many of the reasons in this thread. The mind games, no time, any thing can happen, along with all the great stories and memories from games gone by. Up north on Kimble Lake each Summer, with just Herb Carneal calling a game as we fished and swam. Only interruption would be to find a station playing the Beatles new release. Thanks all for bringing back so much and firing me up for that next pitch!!!