It was announced yesterday that Phil "Scooter" Rizzuto had died.
It brought back my memories of the summer of 1948, the year I turned
11 and found out about Cleveland Indians baseball being broadcast on
Erin Brew, a local brewery, long out of business, was a big sponsor
Had moved into a brand new house in January, a house my father had
designed, smack dab in the middle of a 2 acre woods, bordered by
Little Apple Creek, made it a fabulous to grow up, but it also meant a
lot of outdoor yard work.
That creek was a great place to explore when baseball wasn't being
The Cleveland Indians games were broadcast on radio almost every day,
and I listened to almost every one, since it usually meant I didn't
have to work in the yard till the game was over.
Soon learned the team to be concerned about was the New York Yankees.
When the Indians/Yankees game was played in Yankee stadium, can still
hear the Yankee stadium announcer's voice announce the line up, "..
and at shortstop, the captain of the Yankees, Phil, Scooter, Rizzuto."
The Indians won the World Series that year, just as I knew they would,
oh the blind faith an 11 year old has for his team, but they fell
apart the next year, never to reallt recover again.
I went on with my life, lost interest in the Indians, and developed
But, for one short summer, I lived the dream, my team were the champs.
Time moves on, but the memories shall remain.