World Series

As a kid growing up in East Harlem I was a Yankees fan. When our family moved to Brooklyn, I became a Dodgers fan.

Hoorah. After trying for over 30 years, the Dodgers (the bums) won the World Series again. Persistence pays off.

When I was in my early teens, I loved baseball. I knew the names of the best players. Joe DiMaggio was my hero, with Babe Ruth a close second.

Only once did I go to Yankees stadium to see a game. The tickets, even in the bleachers, were too expensive. It was impossible to sneak in. I tried it once but a guard saw me, escorted me to an exit and pushed me outside the gate.

When I started working full-time, my interest in baseball waned. It was supplanted by my sexual awakening and my interest in girls. I was lucky enough to be born handsome.

(November 4, 2020)

Author: Morrie Markoff

Centenarian (born in 1914) who lives in Los Angeles, and is also a metal sculpture artist and the Author of "Keep Breathing," available on and other book seller sites.