The other day I learned some troubling news about an old friend.
When I was growing up, this friend and I shared many adventures during the spring and summer months with family and friends.
Sadly, time and neglect have finally taken their toll on my good friend, Tinker Field, and at the ripe age of 91 years old he is facing extinction.
Tinker Field, my good friend, is a ballpark in Orlando, FL that I have written about many times. In fact, one of the very first columns I ever wrote was related to Tinker Field.
It was at Tinker Field that I saw most of my professional baseball games during the 20th Century.
From Spring Training for Major League Baseball, to full seasons of Minor League Baseball, the quaint little ballpark in the shadow of the Citrus Bowl was a unique venue where a who
