Who wouldn’t love this? Never mind the early mornings, late nights, blisters, junk food and sunburns! Looking back who’ll remember any of this stuff? What I’ll remember is getting to sleep on the bus (our reward for getting up on time and actually making it to the bus) and those great movies (Corner Gas? Who Knew?) and great food and the comraderie of great baseball fans gathered together for the experience of baseball, ballparks, and ballpark food. And that’s exactly what we did! We could ask Dan anything and if he didn’t have the answer, our driver, Mark, did. A pool of knowledge from these two! And the best part was sharing their baseball experiences with us. The time flew by and now I’m safely home just in time to cheer my home team out of a 7 game losing streak ~ sure glad I could help! There’s something very special about baseball fans. When you’re sitting in a stadium with 40,000 fans cheering and clapping for whichever team, there’s a common bond that says it really doesn’t matter, just for today, what’s wrong with the economy. And just for today I’ll let BP worry about that oil mess and I’ll let someone else solve the world problems because today I’m watching grown men throw baseballs around a field shaped like a diamond, hopefully hitting more baseballs and scoring runs, just because they can. Well, I can’t explain it, but there’s something very special about baseball fans!
|We’ve waited all winter, withstood snow and cold
Thru free agent signings for millions in gold.
“Play ball”, “Batter up”, the umpire will yell,
Peanuts and crackerjaks the vendors will sell.
Like Bogey has said with panache and glitz,
“A hot dog at the ballpark beats roast beef at the Ritz!”
|Baseball: ‘Ode to Opening Day by Mark H. Young ©|