Not so long ago every town in the United States that had an ounce of pride had a baseball team. The cities had their big leagues, and the bigger towns had their minor league clubs. The whistle stops and crossroad market towns had their teams too, and they were treasured institutions. This was the golden age of local baseball, and it was remarkable while it lasted. Hobe Hays has written a careful, warm, and evocative account of his days as a serious player on serious teams in middle America. His sketches bring alive a vanishing era.
A good, but not great oral history of Nebraska baseball. I would have more enjoyed it more had he been less focused on simply naming names, perhaps spoke more of events and less of people. Still there was an occasional glimpse of what it might have been like.