Take Me Out To The Balllll Game!

When I was in middle school, I spent some time with my grandparents in Brooklyn Park, Baltimore. Close enough to the city to catch an Orioles game, far enough away to ride your bike down the street. Snow cone stands on almost every corner, and baseball cards to buy and trade from the earnings of running errands for sweet little old Polish nannies.

I remember Shortstop #8 Kiko Garcia, and Oprah Winfrey being local anchor for WJZ-TV. Kiko's gone on. Oprah got her own show, heavy, and back. My kids now I don't feel as safe as my family did about my adventures in the neighborhood.

One of the things you lose that's replaceable is memorabilia. It's out there if you look hard enough, like my dad's limited edition beer stein that was sold at an estate sale without my knowledge after he passed on.

But then again, maybe it's better to quit living in the past and enjoy today and tomorrow. Maybe I oughta try hittin' the next World Series, and get a piece of fresh history! Problem is, just where IS the next World Series gonna be played?

Sure everyone's got their own 'wannabe' team. Sure they'll win by so many RBIs. Sure it took me years to understand exactly WHAT an RBI was.

Whatever. The fact is if you believe in your team, put your money where your mouth is. Either believe in that one chance moment, or fork out the dough ta cover seats at every stadium at this place that's got world series tickets ANYWHERE, NOW!

I checked some of the back paperwork there. They guarantee; if I'm reading the fine print right; that if the game's not played at the place you choose, you get your money back minus shipping costs. Not bad if your planning to impress Ms. Maples or Jolie on a night on the town.

Be somebody. Just don't be 'The Don'. It'd cost too much in my opinion to buy a whole team.