I commented about this on another thread. At times, White could scarcely get a word out because he was laughing so hard. What a different time! The game was almost background noise for being with friends, sharing stories, coming together.
I went to a game at Yankee stadium about 3 years ago with my 6 year old son. There was non-stop noise from the PA system, I couldn’t hear myself think and my son and I were constantly distracted by something going on on the jumbo-tron scoreboard. Thinking about Phil Rizzuto just now brings me back to when I could hear the sounds of the game, the vendors, the conversations of fathers and sons as they talked about baseball and family and, in so doing, bonded together by the glue called baseball.
I miss his voice...or, maybe I just miss the times of life that included his voice.
Man...that's so well put...ditto...I will always associate Rizzuto with my childhood and watching Yankee games with my brother on our black and white TV
Ditto. I, too, can remember my Dad taking me to games at Yankee Stadium (way back, when you could walk on the field after the game)or watching on TV. I was a Mantle fan.
Then ‘it was about the game’and the team, seemed more sportsman like. Today, I just can’t get into baseball like I used to....I’m still a Yankee fan even tho (sometimes sadly) I no longer live in NY. Now seems, like most other stuff, ‘what’s in it for me’.
Yep, I, too, have great memories of the Scooter, Bobby Richardson, Clete Boyer and ‘the good ‘ole days’. LOL.