Back in the early 70s, we hadn't video games, computers, or cable TV to compete for our free time. My typical summer day went like this:
-- Wake up at 8 o'clock
-- Eat breakfast
-- Run up to the local park (three blocks away) to meet the neighborhood kids
-- Play baseball for the rest of the morning
-- Come home for lunch and watch Bozo.
-- Watch the Cubs on WGN (before it was a Superstation), beginning with "Lead Off Man" ("Hey, hey, there's one over the fence. Tru Link fence!). The players the Cubs had at that time were great: Jenkins, Hundley, Santo, Kessinger, Beckert, Williams. And Carmen Fanzone and Paul Popovich. All guys I remember watching and admiring. Yet, being a White Sox fan, I rooted for them to lose.
-- After the game, go out and play in the street, usually "running bases," or perhaps sit on the sidewalk and trade baseball cards with friends. Why did I have eight Joe Lovittos in 1973?
-- Have dinner
-- After dinner, sit down with my Dad and watch the White Sox.
-- Off to bed, with plans to do the same thing the next day.