The stadium [Waconah Park] is one of the oldest in America. The structure is elegant, in an old New England style. The stands are completely covered, which helps in the rain, and keeps the floors and seats in good condition.
There is something about stamping one's feet on a wood floor that makes a team go on to win.
We bought sausages and beers, but were driven from the beer garden by raindrops. We prayed there wouldn't be another rain out, like the night before.
I started to miss baseball when we moved to Paris. I'd switch on the Internet and see that the Yankees and the Red Sox were neck and neck for the pennant. It wasn't that I exactly wanted to be at those games, but I wanted to see the grass, the uniforms, hear the crack of the bat, and smell the hot dogs and beer. It was a reminder of my culture.
There are things I’ve always thought were good about baseball:
Baseball is played outside, and can be played by anyone.
It is a team sport with room for individual excellence: every player can be a hero.
It is non-violent.
There is no clock.
The players look normal.
Every game, every inning, every pitch is a new opportunity.
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