Official website of author George Rose

About the Author

Hello!

I’m George Rose, author and certified baseball nut.

I have two early baseball memories that stand out: The first baseball card I can remember owning was a 1978 Topps Rick Miller card. (I don’t have a clue how or where I got it, I was probably five at the time.) The second is my first ever baseball practice; I was age seven. A family moved into the house across the street from Arizona. They had a boy who was my age, so being that we lived on a ½-mile-long road with four houses (my parents owned two of them), and no other kids around, we naturally became friends. His dad had been a little league coach in Arizona, and got involved in little league here too. I don’t remember any talk of having me sign up, or if I had any interest in playing. I do know I didn’t have a clue how to play the game or anything about it. The first time I tried to hit a baseball, I stood on home plate. I missed badly with every swing. I played right field. Fourtunately, my teammates were a little better at the game than I was: we won the Little League Championship my first year.

Sometime after I had to be shown where to stand at the plate and before the cap was popped off the last red soda after the championship celebration, I fell in love with baseball. Soon I had all the baseball cards, knew all the players, and tried to play second base just like my hero, Sweet Lou Whitaker. Twenty-nine years later, I still have all of my baseball cards, know most of the players, and still can’t turn a flawless double play. That’s okay, though; baseball is a very forgiving game. I only play in the back yard now with our two children (who both knew before they were two where to stand at home plate), but I get to drag the whole family around to as many baseball games as possible. We will be attending a lot this season, and I hope you will come up and say hi! As anyone can tell you, everyday is a great day to talk baseball.