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There was a time

and what a time it was.

Its gift was memories;

that’s all that’s left of it.

There was an era in the ever increasing past that was sacred and special and was partially ruled by the game of baseball. This game was mimically played on the streets and sandlots while curveballs, mitts and smiles abounded throughout the neighborhoods of the nation. There were magical sounding names and nicknames of players and teams, engrained uniform numbers and everyone knew the major statistical records achieved by the heroes of the diamond.

PLAAAYBALL! was originally conceived to be my "hidden autobiography" and is; but as I became engrossed in its composition, I also realized what a gift those years actually were to the generations that were fortunate to experience the legacy they left. As my own years now pass me by, I hope that I was able to relay some of that cherished and captivating time capsule in the pages of this story.

The story itself kidnaps the game of baseball and uses it as my medium; my watercolors. I’ve come full circle with this game. It was so important when I was young, too slow for me as I grew and totally intriguing now that I have slowed down my pace once again. Baseball to me is just a game; a frivolous, fleeting game for smiling kids to play and to stay young. It’s not about money, fame or records. It’s about life. The successes, the failures, the ups and downs, the letting go and the hanging on are all relative to who we have become. The game is used as my pallet to paint my picture of life. It grows on you in your youth, you play it when you are young, you understand it better when you’re older and you hold onto it when you’re dying while always hoping for that one more at bat; for those few extra innings.



The Story Behind This Book
FROM THE PREFACE “This book was conceived and envisioned to be drafted as my ‘hidden” autobiography of sorts…….." The story itself kidnaps the game of baseball and uses it as my medium; my watercolors. I’ve come full circle with this game. It was so important when I was young, too slow for me as I grew and totally intriguing now that I have slowed down my pace once again. Baseball to me is just a game; a frivolous, fleeting game for smiling kids to play and to stay young. It’s not about money, fame or records. It’s about life. The successes, the failures, the ups and downs, the letting go and the hanging on are all relative to who we have become. The game is used as my pallet to paint my picture of life. It grows on you in your youth, you play it when you are young, you understand it better when you’re older and you hold onto it when you’re dying while always hoping for that one more at bat; for those few extra innings. PLAAAYBALL! -The author




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Michael Fennick
about the author   Michael John Fennick was born in Stamford, CT in 1950, forever tagged a member of the Baby Boomer population. There he received his primary and secondary educ More...