There's little doubt that Ebbets Field was the center of my universe during the early 1950s. It was the place where Gil, Duke, Pee Wee, and Roy lived. On or near my birthday each year, my father and mother would take me (and my sister) to see the Dodgers play the Giants at Ebbets Field. Through all of the cheering and bustle, there was a wonderful peacefulness. It's hard to explain. The grass was greener than any other on earth and the clay was red in contrast to the brown infield that I played on at home. My mother loved Gil Hodges and my father loved to give the umpires a hard time. We ate hot dogs and peanuts and threw the shells on the ground.
Ebbets Field was simply the best place on earth.