The only thing more American than baseball is a slice of apple pie topped with vanilla ice cream.
We’re well into summer and our local team, the Medford Rogues, have started their season. Summer is all about attending a home game with the family. Imagine this…
You approach the entrance gate and hear the announcer loud and clear. Fellow baseball-lovers are bustling around, visiting each stand and buying all their favorite concessions before the game starts.
The aroma of hot dogs, nachos and pizza entices your taste buds. Your stomach grumbles. You make a u-turn and stop at the nearest concession stand.
With food in hand, you take a seat just as the game starts. And you’re not disappointed. The Rogues are on fire! There were a couple close calls but the home team is holding their own.
It’s time for the seventh inning stretch, and boy, do you ever need to stretch. Leaning forward in anticipation of the next home run, jumping up to catch fly balls and doing the wave hurt your back and knees. Time to walk around while the announcer cracks jokes interjected with perfectly timed sound effects.
During your walk you see other folks taking their seventh inning stretch. A few are in line for a cold drink. Looking up, the sun is sitting high in the sky and small beads of sweat gather on your forehead. Was it always this hot? You join the others in line for a frosty, refreshing libation. Drink in hand, you return to your seat.
The sun has finally set and the last inning played. The Rogues win again!
…Now doesn’t that sound exciting? Spruce up your weekend plans with tickets to a home game. You can root, root, root for the Rogues!