Baseball was truly the national pastime when eleven-year-old John Drebinger saw his first big-league game. In that half-forgotten summer of 1902, baseball meant two-bit bleacher seats in the sun and no night games. There was no TV either, to tempt pitchers and managers into time-wasting histrionics. The players were public heroes, and fan's wore their hearts on their sleeves.
For Drebinger it was the beginning of a lifelong devotion. And since he did not have the athletic talent to become a big-league player, it was perhaps inevitable that he became a big-league reporter, one of that curious breed of semi-participant sportsmen...
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