[RchW]

My intro to baseball was strange. We emigrated to Canada from Scotland in June of 1966. I played soccer (obviously) even though by Scottish standards I was a poor player. Since we lived in an apartment building with other immigrants, soccer ruled, not baseball or hockey. At that time, I was not allowed to watch TV but had a good radio and, unknown to me, could pick up all the high powered Westinghouse stations at night, one of which was KMOX.

I started to listen to the games, with no clue what was going on. I had seen some pictures of Baseball but never actually seen a game. Next stop was the library and a book on baseball that had diagrams and positions laid out. I drew my own diamond on some cardboard and had player names on cut out pieces of paper. That turned into my own game of made-up baseball later on. I finally saw a game on TV later that year or in 1967. I didn't see a live game until I went to Montreal in 1973.

To this day I love listening to baseball (and many other sports) on radio. I can see everything clearly and it takes me back to those summer nights starting in 1966.