History in the Making

There was always a sense of “history in the making” at the major league games we attended. No matter how remote the possibilities, my brother and I clung to the hope of seeing a no-hitter, or a batter hit for the cycle or . . . could this be the year Feller would win thirty games? Our baseball registers were filled with records and local legends created by the recitations of uncles and neighbors whose greatest achievements seemed to have been seeing Babe Ruth batting at the height of his powers or Lefty Grove mowing them down.
— Sidney Offit Memoir of the Bookie’s Son