It’s risky to write a book about a season spent with a sports team.
". . .an impressive work, abounds with new information about the formation of what Americans have long thought of as their national game . . ."
It’s not unusual for scholars to come up with approximately the same idea at about the same time.
“Fenway Park, in Boston, is a little lyric bandbox of a ballpark,” begins the tale of Red Sox slugger Ted Williams’ final at bat on September 28, 1960, at the oldest major league baseball stadium c
Americans viewing those old and trite film shots of people lounging around languidly in opium dens, powerless to escape from their drugged reveries, used to feel scorn for those addicts.
The question that the title of this book inspires—Did baseball grow out of cricket?—receives a clear answer here: no, the two games are “sporting cousins.”
Heart of the Game, by S. L.