June 10, 2010
Maybe it’s the fact that I grew up watching the Chicago Cubs or that I am from a generation when day baseball was something more than a novelty kept alive to facilitate cross-country flights. No matter what the reason, there is something special about skipping out of the office on a sunny summer day to go to the ballpark for a game.
With the bright blue cloudless sky overhead I can even forget that my team is 12 games under .500 and mired in a slump that has lasted the better parts of three season. It just doesn’t seem to matter, I am still on my way to a ballgame.