Take Me Back to the Old Game

At the time I came to this country in 1948, baseball was unrivaled by other sports, and it seemed to my 11-year-old self to be at the very center of American life. I remember it well, staying at the Plaza Hotel on Fifth Avenue and hearing about it in the lobby and on the radio: The Yankees had lost the pennant to the Cleveland Indians, now called the Guardians due to political correctness. The Indians went on to win the World Series against the Boston Braves, a team that I think is now called th...