I've gotten to be a little nostalgic lately. It's not that I've been thinking about past experiences, old friends or really anything that would make sense. I've actually been reminiscing over things I was never even around for. It's weird, I'll be the first to admit it.
I don't know why this is happening. It could be because I watch the History Channel way more often than someone my age has a right to. As a result I have become completely jaded with the past. Not the far past, but the recent past (relatively speaking.) I never thought the cavemen had it made. And there's no way I would ever have wanted to live during say, the Dark Ages. Probably because I wouldn't have been a prince or a knight or anything like that. Realistically speaking, I probably would have been some nameless peasant that died because the local barber performed some unnecessary surgery. The Dark Ages definitely would have sucked.
I think being alive for the recent past probably wouldn't be that bad. Personally, I wouldn't mind being around for the 1950's. From what I can tell, it seemed like a pretty decent time. (Granted, maybe not for everyone.)
I would have loved to see the Dodgers play in Ebbets Field. I would've loved to have had the Mantle/Snyder argument. I would've liked to have seen Jackie Robinson "hit that ball." I would've liked to have prayed for Gill Hodges, and I would've loved to tell Yankee fans to "wait 'till next year." I was cheated out of all that good stuff before I was even a thought.
Every so often I'll watch the Dodgers play out in LA. I really don't care who wins. I just watch in the hopes that a Los Angeles "fan" will take a foul ball right to his/her cosmetically-enhanced nose. Anyone who shows up to a ball game after the third inning, and leaves before the seventh, just to beat traffic, isn't really a fan anyway. But, as always, that's just my humble opinion.
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