So, Where Ya From?

I. Love. Baseball. A baseball stadium is my happy place. I love to get there early, when the gates open, and watch batting practice. I enjoy going to games with friends and family, but I spent at least a season going to games alone, and I enjoy the peace of watching the on-field strategy of the managers, of the pitchers on the mound, the batting order, when and when not to shift, when to pinch hit or pinch run, and so on, and so on. Hell, baseball is the reason I even like sports at all since it was the first sport to capture my heart and soul.  My dad started to take me to games when I was really little. His trick to get me to love the game was that he never forced me to stay at a game. If I wanted to leave, we would get up from our seats, leave Oriole Park at Camden Yards, and walk back to the car that was parked in the garage past the clock tower. As a kid, it was a far walk, and once I wouldn’t wander into the street, my dad stopped carrying me back after I asked to leave ...