responding to a newspaper ad placed by a guy who will remain nameless--ok, his initials are Jimmy K we sat at a table at Sutter's and were told the 48s needed teams--Bob Lounsbury, Jim Hayden, Rick Gabarino, and me, maybe one or 2 others, and we said ok, then we were told an old guy, age 75, (Red), would be on the team, and a guy from Kingston, who was an all star--Jim K was right--he was--the great great-great grandson of King Kelly-- next thing I knew--they said, wait--it's the 47s--and they started lowering the age, until it was 45 and, heck, I started out at age 53--so, the writing was on the wall--we played at Albany State--a super field, until we got kicked off because the NY Giants came to town--I wandered through the 35s with the awesome filmmaker Ace Grocki Shaskys, and the 45s, with Frank Montagano, but before that, I was already in the 55s, when the story was, they couldn't start the 55s unless some stupid idiot stepped forward to coach a team--I think I was as young as 58 at that point--but maybe older, getting tired of young kids clogging up the base paths, and getting jammed by guys over 10 years younger than me, so, I stepped up to the plate, so, now, still getting jammed by guys fresh out of high school, splintering bats left and right, I got to say, Jimmy K, what now? and sure, I may not look so good with the game on the line facing a pitcher 10 years younger--but, I honor the opportunity--and sure, I wish I could pitch against guys ten years older than me, and face 75 year old pitchers--that would be good, but no so, here I am, on my way to Spring training in Fla.--hoping to make it in the majors, the 65s, which haven't been invented yet in upstate NY--it sure would be cool to be one of the youngest guys in the division--maybe I'd have a good year--I can dream, can't I?
