Historians say the ceremonies included many of the acts involved in heterosexual marriages, with the whole community gathering in a church, the blessing of the couple before an altar and an exchange of holy vows.
And Prof John Boswell, the late chairman of Yale University’s history department, found there were ceremonies called the Office of Same-Sex Union and the Order for Uniting Two Men in the 10th to 12th centuries.
He told us of times when the Dodgers played in New York and said his games took place during the day because there were no lights on the field.
I found out that baseball teams used to keep cow femurs in the dugout for "bone rubbing," a technique for hardening and preserving bats.
Much to my surprise he pointed to a man with dimples in a photograph of the 1927 Yankees and said, "That's me!
" I later discovered that the man he had pointed to was Lou Gehrig.
Still, my religious beliefs stood in the way of me even considering reincarnation as a possibility. My investigation into Christian's stories set me on a journey of delving into the history of religion and the Bible specifically.
At church, I felt like a bit of an imposter, like I was sinning by listening to and validating my son.
This particular incident stands out in my mind because of my son's visceral, emotional reaction—it was beyond the typical toddler tantrum. Back home in Los Angeles, Christian began saying things like, "when I was tall like Daddy, I was a baseball player." He told me that he used to stay in hotels every night, to which I jokingly replied, "Did you fly on airplanes? Despite the fact that neither my husband or myself had any interest in America's favorite pastime, Christian had been obsessed with baseball since the time he could walk.
On the way to our seats to watch the Red Sox take on the Yankees, Christian stopped dead in his tracks in front of a photo of Babe Ruth, yelling, "I do not like him. He wore a baseball jersey and cleats everywhere he went and carried a little wooden bat with him at all times.
He was constantly asking us to pitch balls to him so he could practice hitting, to the point where it became exhausting.
In between hitting, he would rub his bat with one of our dog's chew bones.