Friday, March 28, 2008

Getting there

First pitch is about an hour away, and I gotta tell ya, there is a great vibe buzzing around this park. Dads are snapping pictures of their kids. Gray-haired strangers are talking baseball with each other. This place is filling up.

Pet peeve? People who load up on food and drink before finding their seats. So here they are, carrying around carts of hot dogs and brew, climbing over legs, balancing their stuff - all the while looking at their ticket stubs.

Ah, well...

Nothing like the smell of suntan lotion wafting through the air.

First pitch is an hour away...

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