"American men do not think about baseball as much as they used to.
One night I had a vivid dream, in which I arose from my bed. Walked outdoors in the dark and there I discovered a single gravestone. I learned forward I found my name, date of my birth,
The dream scared me. Talked with my "shrink". He said what does it mean to you?
I said, it was like the monuments at Yankee Stadium.
"Then I stopped and cried" Oh!, Oh! it was now clear.
MY DREAMS OF BECOMING A MAJOR LEAGUE BALLPLAYER HAVE DIED AT LAST.
This was an except from Roger Angell great book "Game Time".
Bob