I'm a Chicago Cubs fan. I grew up in Libertyville, Illinois, and attended my first game at Wrigley Field when I was four.
The crack of the bat, the sound of baseballs thumping into gloves, the infield chatter are like birdsong to the baseball starved.
Now, you tell me, if I have a day off during the baseball season, where do you think I'll spend it? The ballpark. I still love it. Always have, always will.
I'd love to go to a Giants game.
I really like Kansas City Royals stadium - Kauffman Stadium.
Baseball is a movable conversation across nine innings. It is eye contact with the person seated next to you in a park where the pitcher is separated from the batter by 60 feet, six inches or in a family room where a 60-inch TV screen hangs on the wall.
What more can you ask for than to see a ballgame in spring?
Baseball is my escape. The sights, the sounds, the way the park smells. There is truly no place I would rather be than at a game.
I've always wanted to see a game at Fenway.
Baseball is better with tradition, with history. Baseball is better with fans who care.
If you want to see a bunch of happy Americans, go out to opening day at any baseball stadium in the land.
Baseball is a game of tradition. It lives, in large measure, on its past.
