Baseball’s bluer days
I am enamored with history. History of my world, my country, my state, my family, myself. I find it very engaging and educational. Though I’m a science and math geek, if I were to ever teach anything, it would be history. One of the beautiful things about history is the multiple facets a story takes on as it is told through different perspectives. History is written by the victor.
But occasionally evidence of a repressed memory, a time intentionally forgotten, comes to light and creates a small chink in the armor we have created to preserve this pristine visage we can fondly look back on. But honesty is necessary in history. It keeps all things in perspective. That is probably why I found this colorful glimpse of early baseball so fascinating. Believing that all men were gentlemen and all women were ladies paints a pretty, if not boring, picture. However, the color of truth makes it all the more captivating.
Btw, the color of truth is blue. It is not for the faint of heart.