Sometimes I got lucky in life. The times I saw Bob Gibson pitch for the St. Louis Cardinals at Wrigley Field, I count that as luck. I think I saw him pitch about three times in the very early 1970s. The games were really good when it was Gibson going up against the Cubs’ Fergie Jenkins.
Like the grey-beard rock-and-rollers I grew up listening to, the athletes from my youth are starting to kick the bucket as well, only making me feel older in the process. Earlier this month, the great Gibson died from pancreatic cancer. Not only a pitcher of ...