Darrell Huckaby - 06/21/09  My daddy loved baseball. I heard him
say a million times, "me and Ty Cobb used to play ball back when
I was a kid." I was pretty old before I realized that Daddy was
telling the truth - sort of. My father did play baseball when he
was a kid - on the sandlots of Winterville and Lagrange and
several other small Georgia towns. Ty Cobb, of course, played
for the Detroit Tigers - in slightly larger venues than the
vacant lots that were Homer Huckaby's fields of dreams.  I
didn't have much access to my dad when I was a child. He worked
on the second shift at the mill. I went to school. But on
Saturdays we spent many happy hours in front of the television
set, listening to Dizzy Dean and Pee Wee Reece broadcast the
Falstaff Baseball Game of the Week. I think Daddy's favorite
part of those broadcasts, which usually featured the New York
Yankees, was when 'Ol Diz would get a little over-lubricated
from sampling the Falstaff and break into a few bars of Wabash
Cannonball.  We finally got Maj