“Take me out to the ball game,” I love the 7th inning stretch. Always have, beginning way back in the upper decks of Shea Stadium and continuing today (just a few rows closer:) at Chavez Ravine. “Take me out with the crowd,” How cool is it that everyone stands, links arms and sings along: family and friends by your side. “Buy me some peanuts and Cracker Jacks,” I tend to have mustard on my shirt at this point, peanut shells crunching under the Converse and a cold Diet Coke in hand. “I don’t care if I never get back,” On a warm, sunny, weekend afternoon, you realize there’s nowhere else to go, no other place you want or need to be. “Let’s root, root, root for the…” crowd goes wild, “DODGERS!” rings from the rafters. “If they don’t win it’s a shame,” This is the year, I can feel it in my bones! “For its one!” Wait for it!! “Two!” Wait for it!!! “Three strikes your out!” Arm back over the shoulder, thumb extended, the crowd roars. “At the old ball game…”
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