NICKY GOES TO THE BALL GAME

Nicky qoes to the Ball Game

BY RICHARD SNODGRASS PHOTOGRAPHS BY ART CLARK March it was. Not a baseball month for most boys; a sneezing, stay-indoors, Vicks Vaporub kind of month for most. Not so, Nicky Bozovitch. Went to his first ball game in March, Nicky did, wearing a T-shirt, Levis, low slung six-gun, sneakers and curi-

osity as big as Willie Mays' bat. The sun over Scottsdale Stadium as big and hot as that bat can be, and no lion roaring March wind either-only a citrus scented sigh to favor right hand batters slamming for the left field wall. The locker room of Nicky's inquisitiveness opened a month before. February that was, because while the rest of the newspaper sport sections in the country were holding 7¢ football post-mortems-these disections lasting often until June-the Phoenix papers were christening a baseball season. Putting spikes on baby's feet, black numerals on baby's back: Giants in Phoenix, Cubs in Mesa, Orioles in Scottsdale, Indians in Tucson. Nicky saw the photographs (Please turn to page twenty-eight)