The pitch: The tip off to what this is all about is from Berger’s dedication: “For all those kids, like me, who grew up in the 1950s, ’60s and ’70s and dreamed about being a major league baseball player but didn’t have the talent or ability to make it past Little League. Don’t ever let that dream die.”
Instead, go to a fantasy camp.
Berger got turned on by the idea back about 20 years ago when a friend, Lou Cohen, told him about the Dodgertown camp he attended in Vero Beach, Fla., a few years earlier. Another friend was telling Berger about his experience at a Yankees fantasy camp in 2009.
Would Berger ever get to scratch the itch and finally go to one? Or four?
“With my boys out of college and successful in Los Angeles, my business moving in the right direction, and my body beginning to break down and feel every pinch and stretch, I came home and told (wife) Andi about (his friend’s) experience,” Berger writes on page 9. “‘Let’s face it,’ she said. ‘the clock is ticking, and you’re not getting any younger. I insist you do this next winter.’ If I’d needed a push, I think I just got shoved.”
First up: A Pittsburgh Pirates camp in Bradenton, Fla., come Jan., 2010, honoring the 50th anniversary of the 1960 World Series champs. That’ll be $3,750, thank you. Jerry Reuss included in the package.
Berger was hooked. Then, it was the Detroit Tigers’ camp. Finally, the New York Yankees’ camp.
You be the judge if this expensive but dreamworthy habit can become addicting. Bring your checkbook, and this book by Berger, and you shouldn’t have any problems.