Speaking my language! So many games at the ugly old Coliseum, where the seagulls knew when it was the bottom of the eighth--time to start circling like vultures. And, wow, were they pissed if a game went into extra innings! I believe you become a real baseball fan on the day you can explain the infield fly rule and its reason for being.
This is lovely. And so familiar. We're a baseball family, too, firmly ensconced in Red Sox Nation. But our real love is the Double A team right in our hometown, the Portland Sea Dogs. We just went to our first home game on Friday, nearly froze solid and woke up to snow the next morning. But the grins on our faces at being back in the park were so pure.
There’s something so magical about baseball. We took the ferry to the Giants game last week for our first game this season. Not the same as the A’s but it was great to be at a ballpark again. Thanks for reading today.
It’s odd. Your piece briefly put me in a curious mental space where I reconsidered if I, too, could reemerge a baseball fan—try it again with ancient sensibilities. Particularly the bit about emotions being yoinked about by trades. Nicely done!
Speaking my language! So many games at the ugly old Coliseum, where the seagulls knew when it was the bottom of the eighth--time to start circling like vultures. And, wow, were they pissed if a game went into extra innings! I believe you become a real baseball fan on the day you can explain the infield fly rule and its reason for being.
This is lovely. And so familiar. We're a baseball family, too, firmly ensconced in Red Sox Nation. But our real love is the Double A team right in our hometown, the Portland Sea Dogs. We just went to our first home game on Friday, nearly froze solid and woke up to snow the next morning. But the grins on our faces at being back in the park were so pure.
There’s something so magical about baseball. We took the ferry to the Giants game last week for our first game this season. Not the same as the A’s but it was great to be at a ballpark again. Thanks for reading today.
From one old jock, I enjoyed that and baseball was my worst sport but I love to watch it too. thanks LeeAnne
Thanks, Wes.
It’s odd. Your piece briefly put me in a curious mental space where I reconsidered if I, too, could reemerge a baseball fan—try it again with ancient sensibilities. Particularly the bit about emotions being yoinked about by trades. Nicely done!
Thanks, Zach.