I have always been an avid baseball fan of the NY Yankees even before being a vegetarian and vegan, but never realized the lesson baseball would teach me until I became a vegetarian. I am the fan who has an authentic Yankees jersey and baseball cap that's worn with pride on weekends. This past week, I also celebrated my maternal grandmother's life on April 17 where she ended her journey upon Mother Earth 32 years ago and whereas her love of baseball has made a lasting impression upon me.
My mother said growing up in California, my grandmother enjoyed going out to the ballpark to watch the San Francisco Giants Baseball Team play in the late 1950s and 1960s. My grandmother also enjoyed watching the Negro Baseball League play as someone who grew up in Alabama and witnessed how blacks were not allowed to play baseball, and thus created a successful league of their own. I did not have the opportunity to attend baseball games with my grandmother for I lived on the East Coast as a child and when I was sent to the West Coast during two month summer breaks from school, winter breaks for two weeks, and always extended Spring Breaks to be with my maternal strength of females on the West Coast (grandmother, great-grandmother, and aunts) she tended to keep the focus on things of a small child that she thought I would enjoy. Grandma did not try to force baseball on me, but baseball was in my blood. From listening to the Yankees on the radio on family beach trips as my older brother Ron held the transistor radio up to his ear yet loud enough so we all could hear the game in the car, and watching them with my brothers on TV. I grew up on baseball and football...and the games are in me.