Posted by Bobby O
on Monday, October 23rd 2017:
In Reply to: Brooklyn Dodger Baseball posted by Brooklyn Guy on Sunday, October 22nd 2017:
My grandfather was born in 1885, one of 7 children who lived on Maple Street in Pig Town. His mother died when he was 8 years old and the family was spread across aunts and uncles. He went to live with an aunt who owned and operated a "sand bank' and an uncle who was a deaf mute. They were brother/sister who came to Brooklyn from the potato famine in Ireland in the 1840s.
He left school at age 12 to drive a horse and wagon for his aunt.
He was a Dodger fan with a short walk to Ebbetts Field from Maple Street which he watched being built. My grandmother was a fan as were countless aunts and uncles.
He passed away in 1963 so he got to see the birth of the Mets after the destruction of Ebbetts. There was never a chance that any of them would support the Yankees. I was the permanent minority.
The Flatbush Boy's Club - across the street from Erasmus - brought us to 2 games a summer. Free. Thinking back, it was never crowded for a day game. We walked up Bedford Ave.
I remember my last visit to Ebbetts - it wasn't for a ball game but "Hell Drivers" chewing up the turf. He was a Pete Rieser fan in particular and was proud of Pete's running into walls.
For some reason I was a Yankees fan (still am) - I think it was because they had so many infielders (McDougal, Andy Carey etc) in the early 50s. In the 60s we spent summers in the Poconos and there was no TV reception so we listened to the radio and I developed a fondness for the Mets and still wish them well.
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