Growing up in Philadelphia was both a curse and a blessing for a young boy who loved baseball. The city has been cursed with some of the worst teams of the millenium. No franchise in the history of baseball has lost more games than the Phillies. If you combine their dismal record with the A's, who won several World Series (but also had horrendous years), you begin to appreciate just how frustrating being a baseball fan in Philly can be. But we were blessed with one luxury that Dodger fans and Yankee fans could only dream about. We watched and played the sport for the love of the game. We weren't hung up on winning. We reveled in MOMENTS...not seasons....not wins.....not results. I can remember particular plays....home runs...situations....which in the long range scheme of things....meant nothing....but they linger in the memory regardless. The following pages are just memories....no more....no less; an assortment of mental images, arranged in no particular order, for no particular reason. Only that they strike a chord in my mind...and bring back childhood days long past...