The Summer Game
Roger Angell's Winning Streak
The summer after I graduated from high school my dad and I went on a baseball road trip. We saw Joe DiMaggio throw out the first pitch at the old Yankee Stadium, watched my beloved Twins play in Fenway Park (nothing seemed greener than the Green Monster) and loved the new Camden Yards (where I caught—well, muffed but quickly recovered and gathered—a foul ball). It was a great trip and the high water mark of my baseball fandom (no need to get into the Twins championships here, which feel like ancient history, but not that ancient since it’s all we have to cling to).