“Baseball breaks your heart. It is designed to break your heart. The game begins in the spring, when everything else begins again, and it blossoms in the summer, filling the afternoons and evenings, and then as soon as this chill rains came, it stops and leaves you to face the fall all alone. You count on it, rely on it to buffer the passage of time, to keep the memory of sunshine and high skies alive and then just when the days are all twilight when you need it most, it stops.”
(A.Bartlett Giamatti-former commissioner of baseball)
A week or two ago the baseball season for old Hoboken came to an abrupt
end about the passing of John “Honey” Romano the only Red Wing ever to play in a Major League All-Star Baseball game and World Series as a catcher. Ten seasons with Cleveland, Chicago, and St. Louis hitting 129 home runs as a player in the late 50’s document his stay in the “Bigs.” Unfortunately, Romano missed the impact of free agency and huge salary gains.
While our season soon begins with baseball’s first pitch, our season stops for a moment for “Honey” as his sweet swing and slow gallop made all of us dream of getting there, but for one who did. You reached home, Hoboken Johnny!