Growing up in rural Idaho is not without its challenges. Whether it is a steady diet of potatoes three times a day or the fact that we thought a big city was anything with 40,000 residents; we were more or less out of touch. The one thing we did have was the Major League Baseball Game of the week.

Each Saturday after cartoons finished, I would tune in to Joe Garagiola and Tony Kubek as they welcomed us to the ballpark. I had never been to a Major League Baseball game in my life. The nearest ballpark and franchise was hundreds of miles away. There was no cable or satellite television yet and most of the radio stations in our area ceased broadcasting when the sun went down. But I considered myself a baseball fan thanks in large part to those Saturday games.


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