Field of Dreams

...were accused of throwing that Series.
He played some in the minors,
but nothing came ofit.

Moved to Brooklyn in '35...
...married Mom in '38...
...was already an old man
at the naval yards...

...when I was born in 1952.
My name's Ray Kinsella.
Mom died when I was 3,
and I suppose Dad did the best he could.

Instead of Mother Goose, I was put to bed
to stories of Babe Ruth, Lou Gehrig...

...and the great Shoeless Joe Jackson.
Dad was a Yankees fan then,
so I rooted for Brooklyn.

Butin '58, the Dodgers moved away,
so we had to find other reasons to fight.

We did.
When it came time to go to college...
...l picked the farthest
from home I could find.

This drove him up the wall,
which, I suppose, was the point.

Officially my major was English,
but really it was the '60s.

I marched, I smoked some grass...
...l tried to like sitar music,
and I metAnnie.

The only thing we had in common
was thatshe came from lowa...

...and I'd once heard of lowa.
After graduation,
we moved to the Midwest...

...and stayed with her family
as long as we could.

Almost a full afternoon.
Annie and I got married in June of '74.
Dad died that fall.
A few years later, Karin was born.
She smelled weird,
but we loved her anyway.

Then Annie got the crazy idea
thatshe could talk me into buying a farm.

I'm 36 years old, I love my family,
I love baseball...

...and I'm about to become a farmer.
But until I heard the voice...
...l'd never done a crazy thing
in my whole life.