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Hello!I`m George Rose, author and certified baseball nut and endurance runner.I started running in 2010, and quickly became hooked. One marathon led to another, then another, and s...view moreHello!I`m George Rose, author and certified baseball nut and endurance runner.I started running in 2010, and quickly became hooked. One marathon led to another, then another, and soon I was on a quest to run marathons in all 50 States. I`ve also begun running in series of marathons, ones that cover 5 states in 5 days, and sometimes more. It has become a passion more than a hobby, and I`ve met some fantastic people along the way. I am glad I get to share their stories.I have two early baseball memories that stand out: The first baseball card I can remember owning was a 1978 Topps Rick Miller card. (I don`t have a clue how or where I got it, I was probably five at the time.) The second is my first ever baseball practice; I was age seven. A family from Arizona moved into the house across the street. They had a my age, so being that we lived on a half-mile-long road with four houses (my parents owned two of them), and no other kids around, we naturally became friends. His dad had been a little league coach in Arizona, and got involved in little league here too. I don`t remember any talk of having me sign up, or if I had any interest in playing. I do know I didn`t have a clue how to play the game or anything about it. The first time I tried to hit a baseball, I stood on home plate. I missed badly with every swing. I played right field. Fortunately, my teammates were a little better at the game than I was, and we won the Little League Championship my first year.Sometime after I had to be shown where to stand at the plate and before the cap was popped off the last red soda at the championship celebration, I fell in love with baseball. Soon I had all the baseball cards, knew all the players, and tried to play second base just like my hero, Sweet Lou Whitaker. Over 30 years later, I still have all of my baseball cards, know most of the players, and still can`t turn a flawless double play. That`s okay, though; baseball is a very forgiving game. I only play in the back yard now with our two children (who both knew before they were two where to stand at home plate), but I get to drag the whole family around to as many baseball games as possible. We will be attending a lot this season, and I hope you will come up and say hi! As anyone can tell you, every day is a great day to talk baseball.Please visit my website at: www.baseballwonders.comThanks for visiting my page and have a great day!view less
Books by George Rose
Cod: The Ecological History of the North Atlantic Fishery We're All in This Together Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratings