For the rest of you, let me tell you who we are, for in calling ourselves ‘Old Timers’ we consider ourselves both timeless and timely:
We played Little League, Babe Ruth, and Connie Mack ball.
We coached at the youth, elite, high school, and college levels, and some of us still do.
We played at Shelby, Centennial, Seven Oaks, and Morgan Parks.
We played in the City League, the Tri-State League, and the Larry Gilbert League.
We umpired in local amateur leagues, college games, and even the pros.
We had a hand in organizing and running the Nashville Sounds and even owned a share or two.
We remember seeing Josh Gibson hit not one, but 2 homers over center field at Sulphur Dell.
We instruct youngsters in the fundamentals of the Game.
We watch our kids, our grandkids, and our great-grandkids play.
We run a program to revive baseball in the inner city.
We played at Tennessee State, Vanderbilt, Belmont, Lipscomb, MTSU, Cumberland, and Trevecca, and we still watch them play.
We pitched to feared sluggers such as Harmon “Killer” Killebrew.
We had a cup of coffee in the majors, and rode the bus in the bushes.
We played catch with Honus Wagner at Sulphur Dell.
We remember “Buster”, “Tookie”, “Swish”, and “Scroggy”
We played for the Nashville Vols.
We saw the Yankees play at Greer Stadium and Sulphur Dell, too.
And we watched teammates drink from a separate water fountain, eat outside the restaurant, and stay at a different hotel.
In the movie “A League of Their Own” Tom Hanks as Jimmy Dugan tells one of his players, “THERE’S NO CRYING IN BASEBALL!” But we know that there is plenty of crying without it, because while we watched Greer Stadium being built, we remember watching Sulphur Dell being torn down.
And if ‘it’ is built, Old Timers will come.
And on the level playing field that we call “Old Timers”, whether it be our banquet, our golf tournament, or just a monthly meeting to organize our events while rehashing games of years gone by, we hold on to the concept that baseball has been the one constant through the years.