A big part of a summer vacation in New England is watching or listening to Boston Red Sox games. Raymond and all his brothers and sisters are devoted Red Sox fans, as were their parents before them. We spend many evenings during our Maine vacations gathered around the little TV set watching NESN (the New England Sports Network, owned by the Red Sox), cheering for the team and enjoying Don Orsillo‘s play-by-play and the inimitable Jerry Remy‘s colour commentary. (As I type this, the Red Sox are leading the Texas Rangers 2-1 in the bottom of the third.) I find it so relaxing, especially since one can always read the newspaper or putz around getting dinner ready while the game is on; the slow pace of baseball is perfect for summer afternoons and evenings.
Anyway, baseball also makes me think about the old ball diamond that’s just outside of Queensborough on the road that runs north to the hamlet of Cooper. I stopped and took some pictures of it on a recent visit, when I was driving in on that road.
It looks pretty dilapidated now; the field is full of weeds and the backstop is pretty saggy. But it’s lovely that it’s still there, and maybe someday it can be revived so that friendly games against teams from neighbouring communities can once again be played. I remember my dad playing there once with some lads from Queensborough – Dennis and Ivan Summers were two whom I remember, and as I recall they were both pretty good ball players. I’ve no idea what the occasion was, but it’s one of those hazy golden happy Queensborough memories from way, way back.
When I stopped to take the photos on a warm and sunny early-summer afternoon – a perfect day for baseball! – I found it so touching that the old wooden players’ benches are still there. One could almost imagine the home and away teams (and probably some fans) perched there, cheering on their teammates, yelling “Pitcher’s got a rubber arm!” (I never did figure out what that meant) at the opposing team’s starter (who was doubtless also their reliever and their closer).
It’s a lovely piece of the past. Could baseball come back to Queensborough, I wonder?