Fidrych embodied the joy of baseball

Tuesday, April 14, 2009 | Feedback | Print Entry

We didn't have a television on my family's dairy farm in Vermont, but when there were particularly special games, my parents let me ride my bike or walk to a neighbor's house to watch -- so long as I was up early and working in the barn the next morning without complaint. This was the deal that allowed me to see Carlton Fisk's home run in 1975 and Bob Welch's strikeout of Reggie Jackson in the 1978 World Series. This was why I was fortunate enough, at age 12, to see Mark Fidrych's joy one Monday night in the summer of 1976.

Fidrych rushed on and off the field like he couldn't wait to run out to the mound to throw an inning and then couldn't wait to run off to tell someone about how much fun he'd had. He patted down the mound, shaping it to his liking, and here was the big thing -- he seemed to talk to the baseball.  
 

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