I hadn't seen any of these in years. They certainly bring back a lot of memories of a time when baseball was a lot more leisurely. Those were the days of cutting Electrical Engineering labs (we could make them up, as long as the lab report was turned in on time) to walk across the Fenway to the baseball field of that name. A few hours of heaven in the bleachers could be purchased for a very small price, and it came with a couple of beers, too. Thanks, chico, for the post.
I have to admit, baseball has lost me as a fan in my adulthood (too much, how you say, Fehr & Loathing), but there is beauty in these drawings, even in the Mantle-as-musclebound-meathead caricatures. And the way he managed to get Dimaggio's form with just a couple of flicks is quietly amazing. But something as simple as the posture of the fans in the segregated seats will just make me stop and think: Okay, I know what it would be like to be there.
Gotta love the whiskey nose on Smoky Burgess. Wade Boggs wouldn't have a chance with those guys with his Miller Lites.
