I'm in that "pushing 60" phase, though I try not to push too hard. Talking to my brother today and he says "I'm so glad I grew up when I did." I feel the same way, although both of us are not "successful" boomers.

A young person I know mentioned he visited the grave of Robert Chapman, the only baseball player who died after incurring a skull fracture from a pitch. At the Polo Grounds.

And I said to him--you should see this great documentary of the Polo Grounds "Requiem for an Arena."

Trouble is, it doesn't exist anymore. There is audio:


And just today I realized Howard Cosell produced it.

He was a person who could be endlessly parodied. I had been watching a football game he was broadcasting, where a player died. (early 70's) Some comedian did an imitation of him broadcasting the funeral--something along the lines of "Look at the distraught widow.."

And props to him for announcing John Lennon's death on Monday Night Football.

I'm glad I grew up when I did because I saw Requiem for an Arena, and I realize what we have lost.

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