Thursday, June 23, 2016
If you ask my kids.............................
........................they will likely tell you that I love books and I love reading, and they would be correct. Haven't really given much thought to why this is so - until this morning.
I grew up in Philadelphia in an era when the Philly sports teams were not very good. The 1964 Phillies set the standard for how to break a City's collective heart. What Philadelphia did have during that era was three daily newspapers and a flock of superb sports writers and columnists. I learned to love reading (and good writing) by reading the Philly sports pages circa 1962-1975. Stan Hockman at the Daily News, Sandy Grady at the Evening Bulletin, Frank Dolson at The Inquirer. Sports on TV was in its infancy in those days. ESPN with its relentless loop of highlights was unimaginable. If you wanted to understand the game, and the players, you had to read the newspapers. Those writers were like gods to this twelve-year-old boy. I am feeling old all of a sudden.
Anyway, good sports writing is one of the many proofs that God loves us and wants us to be happy. If you doubt that, read this column about LeBron James and the Cleveland Cavaliers by Joe Posnanski.