What a great stories that 'cetmst' has recalled, and I loved reading about them. This thread brings to mind that baseball fans will never lose our love of the game, despite how the business side of it, has tarnished its image. There has never been a ballpark that I have entered, walking up the ramp to see that emerald geen diamond infront of me, that my heart hasn't take a few quick jumps. When I see a thread like this one, part of the fun for me, is remembering the days of my youth, when I either played stick ball, little league baseball, or even recalled the most noteworthy ballgames that I've attended. I also think of my dad and mom, who took us to ballgames in Toronto as kids, and there began a lifelong love affair for this great game. It may be appropriate to say that, in this particular thread, whenever I hear the sound of ball meeting wood, it's music to my ears. The aroma of hotdogs, the smell of cigars, watching batting practice, arguing stats and abilities of certain ball players, and hearing the ump yell "PLAY BALL", all add to that special feeling we have for the game of baseball. In an age of immediate gratification and the fast pace of living, baseball is just right tonic to remind us of simpler times, and the enjoyment of sitting out on a summer night, to see a ballgame. I do enjoy other sports, but baseball has always been the closest to my heart.Thanks for sharing your memories on this thread everybody, and see you at the ballpark.