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Now 43 years down the road of a career doing what I love, the distance of the dreams of youth to the reality of adulthood have come full circle, quite a distance. I never got a shot to play Major League Baseball or to even call Major League games but I was blessed to call NFL games and to do Triple-A and college baseball games, among other blessings in my profession.

#Firld if dreams movie#

Ultimately, on the Field of Dreams, father and son reconcile and have a catch as the movie comes to an emotional close.

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The break stemmed from the son’s insistence that his father’s hero, Shoeless Joe Jackson, was a crook, stemming from the infamous “Black Sox Scandal” of the 1919 World Series in which Jackson and seven of his White Sox teammates were banned permanently from Major League Baseball for allegedly accepting bribes to throw the World Series, one the White Sox lost five games to three to Cincinnati. In the movie, father and son came to grips with their fractured relationship. The reaction to the movie ranges from the ultimate cornpone (no pun intended), over-the-top drama fluff to the ultimate emotional experience in living the dreams we all possess.

In 1989, I ventured to the theater at Lakeside Shopping Center to watch the movie Field of Dreams with my friend, Dean Courtade. The frowns on the faces of children and its coach told the story. I still see the picture of that team just after the tough loss pop up on social media and it was even on the wall of a bar in Metairie for years. My 85-pound football team I played on at Lakeshore under John Branch, consisting of seven and eight-year-olds, lost by a point in a title game. In the real world, the baseball team I played on at Lakeshore Playground as a 12-year-old under Ned Cadella lost in a league championship game, by one run on a walk-off, no less. So did a massive number of patrons in cars, lights illuminated, as the movie came to a close. In the 1989 movie Field of Dreams, the voice spoke to Ray Kinsella, telling him “if you build it, he will come.”Īs the movie unfolded, Kinsella’s father John, who had passed away while father and son were estranged, certainly came. Then, in real life, in the yard, he would indulge me in helping me to revive the Field of Dreams of my deep sleep, allowing me to go deep as the visions of being a Major League Baseball player would creep into my thoughts.

When I was not sleeping, I would relay the dreams to my brother. No, the Generals were not the opponent but they played along in letting me win.Īlso letting me win was my older brother, Ed, who played right along. Of course, I was there, playing the role of myself, dreaming of being the player-coach of a group of stars who always won, the Harlem Globetrotters of the spiritual world. Somehow, characters with strange names such as Akwul, Stew, Steak and Jake Rio made their way into my game. The genesis of a career of stringing words together to form stories in creative fashion, both verbally and in written form was evident from my earliest recollections as a youngster.įrom the time I was about eight-years-old until adolescence, I lived in a dream world of midnight baseball, played on a magical field with magical, make-believe players.