Behold. First published in similar form on a previous blog of mine in late October 2011. I bought a standing room only ticket for the World Series in St. Louis, arriving at noon for the 7 pm start. It was…
Tag: fan experience
I got to the ballpark half an hour early to watch puppies and their parents parade around the stadium. The people smiled and the dogs sniffed my camera lens and waited for scratches. A Naturals hitter cracked a ball far…
I hopped down the steps toward the Missouri State dugout in the fourth inning. Earlier that night I’d waited in line with sorority girls and golf players so we could offer two dollars and a glimpse of our photo ID in…
I’ve returned with a new video. Check out the original song here. Text: Once I was 7 years old My brother told me Root for St Louis or you’ll be sorry Once I was 7 years old It was a…
On this day I complete my 31st year, as Lord Byron might’ve said. Of course, he lived to 36 and not much longer. And I don’t know if he ever played a game of rounders. If thou regrett’st thy youth,…
The pitcher is betrayed by a shortstop sweeping the dirt with glove, ball still spinning somewhere in the outfield grass. The run scores. The batter flies around first, then retreats back to the base, kicking the mud off his cleats….
I bring my hat and glove to the ballgame. My brother put a ball in his glove, soaked it in oil and wrapped it with rubber bands. He stuffed it under his mattress. So I do the same. Last week…