![]() ![]() ![]() The anticipation of fireworks after home team home runs or special holiday games. The smells of deliciously terrible food with the many vendors throwing packets to people across aisles. The sounds of the stadium with bats cracking and gloves catching. My childhood summers are permeated with memories: The long games in the heat of summer hoping for extra innings and chocolate malts. I grew up in Kansas City, where for about 30 years until recently when they won the World Series, the Royals were a fairly terrible team and tickets to games were easy to come by. Though I was a terrible concentrator during my one year of little league, I proudly wore a homemade baseball uniform that had a matching one for my doll, and I excitedly awaited every time my dad would come home from work with some tickets to a game. ![]() Take a look at We Are The Ship: The Story of Negro League Baseball by Kadir Nelson, 2008. A hefty book in size and information, overflowing with breathtaking paintings by Kadir Nelson, this is a book not to be missed by baseball lovers everywhere. ![]() Baseball season is upon us! To herald in the new season, I bring this incredible non-fiction picture book about the history of the Negro Leagues. ![]()
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