“…They’ll walk out to the bleachers; sit in shirtsleeves on a perfect afternoon. They’ll find they have reserved
seats somewhere along one of the baselines, where they sat when they were children and cheered their heroes.
And they’ll watch the game and it’ll be as if they dipped themselves in magic waters. The memories will be so
thick they’ll have to brush them away from their faces. People will come Ray. The one constant through all the
years, Ray, has been baseball.” –Terrence Mann (James Earl Jones), Field of Dreams
This week we celebrated Mat’s 37th birthday. A three-part baseball extravaganza (with a bit of travel) was the plan. Although we couldn’t control the weather or the results of the games, we know it’s not the action itself, but our response that matters. Thanks to my dad and his kind company, to kick off the week’s celebration we sit field level at Yankee Stadium for a game during Jeter’s final season. A bit cold and dreary, but an evening at a world-renown baseball stadium no less and that is never a disappointment. The smack of the bat coupled with the roar of the crowd as the ball jumps the back fence is infectious as always. A bit of drizzle won’t stop the boys in pinstripes or the faithful fans who come to witness a bit of America’s pastime. No matter the day, an evening on Rivera Avenue in the Bronx is special. Read the rest of this entry