For native Angelenos like myself, Vin Scully was more than an announcer. He was our history teacher, storyteller, role model, uncle and neighbor all wrapped in one. Scully taught us about the American flag, D-Day, the atrocities of socialism, J.D. Salinger, 1950s America and civil rights all while a baseball game was happening.
Any time a Cuban excels in America, Cuban-Americans feel a part of it. We see ourselves in that star, whether it is Gloria Estefan or Andy García. Cubans didn’t start immigrating to America until the 1960s and there are just 1 million Cubans here in a country of 320 million.
For a young city, Miami already has an impressive list of world and national sports championships. The on-field success has not only brought fame and acclaim to the city but it has inspired, shaped and connected one of America’s most diverse communities.
When you come to Chavez Ravine, the ballpark embraces you and makes you think of the memories you made here as a boy. You have children of your own now. You sit them in the same creaky blue seats and watch them marvel at those incredibly clean white jerseys bouncing on that incredibly green grass.
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