Friday, June 9, 2017

On a Bright Day in June

Dan Lundwall
The Tucson Old Timers
is a baseball club
composed of players
who must be at least
sixty years old.

It takes about sixty years
to evaporate
all the immature juices
of lost youth.
Jesse Ochoa
I first heard
about the Tucson Old Timers
when a graduate student
at the University of Arizona,
while on a lunch hour run
in the University neighborhood.

That was about in 1985.

Pete Maldonado
When, having attained
the necessity seniority,
and having returned
to Tucson, again,
I tried out for the team,
and
it being a time when
talent was not
a first requirement,
I joined the team.

I played for three years,
I think it was,
from about 1999-2002,
when we moved to
Minneapolis
Reed Palmer
for Mari's new job.

I took up boatbuilding.

I also effectively lost sight
in one eye,
and began replacing hip joints,
so I have not played since.

The view finder on my camera
requires . . . no,  allows . . .
for only one eye,
so I take pictures.

Most of all,
I admire the faces
of the guys who call themselves,
"TOTs".  Tots they aren't.
They are the wonderful faces
of old men,
with a character
that cannot be had
without at least a hint
of ache and pain;
sometimes a direct hit.

I am sure the guys
would trade their
facial grooves
for rippling abs
if they could,
David Byars
but it is better
this way.






Bob Katz

Ron Peterson

Jerry Hamelin


Chuck Sabalos
Bill Mishler 

Rob Moore

Dan Price

Lloyd Barzell

AC Edwards

Chico Bigham and Tim Tolson

1 comment:

  1. Great! Conrad, switch Rob Moore and Bill Mishler. Otherwise perfect.

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