When the 1946 baseball season began I was eleven years old. For the first time I began following a baseball club day after day, almost entirely by radio, and that club was the nearby Dallas Rebels of the Texas League. By season's end they were a very good team, finishing second to the Ft. Worth Cats but demolishing the Cats in the playoffs and sweeping the Atlanta Crackers to win the Dixie Series. To me every Rebel was a hero.
I followed major league baseball that year too, but without the same intensity. Those teams were all afar, way up North. And most of all there was no local radio coverage. Still I had a favorite team there yoo. Probably because of the John R. Tunis novels I'd read, that favorite was the Brooklyn Dodgers. Or maybe it was the name.
The following season, 1947, was was a good one as well for the Rebels. The high point was defeating the Cats four games to three in the playoffs, but we (they) lost to the Houston Buffs for the league title. The next April my family moved away from the Dallas area, and that was that.
Those were important times for me, and baseball was very important to me during those times. There are a lot of good memories. From the beginning of the Texas League season in 1946 until we moved to Wyoming in the spring of 1948, covered the time I went from not-quite-twelve to not-quite-fourteen. An important stage of life indeed. In this blog I'm going to write all I can remember concerning the Rebels, the Texas League, and baseball, and some about me. Hopefully, someone will happen onto this blog and have something to add.
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