I learned many things from my father. One of my favorite lessons was to love the game of baseball.
Daddy didn't just love baseball, he worshiped it and the elders of the church of baseball were Dizzy Dean and Pee Wee Reece. They held service every Saturday afternoon. It was called the NBC game of the week. Our pew was on the living room couch in front of our first Zenith color television.
Even today when I attend a baseball game I'm instantly transported back in time to that couch and those childhood memories of when life was as simple as a Saturday afternoon baseball game.
My most recent time travel was last Saturday night when Michelle and I drove down to Montgomery to watch the minor league Montgomery Biscuits play. Minor league baseball is just awesome. It doesn't have the flash of the big name big league players but instead it's a hometown atmosphere where you can relax and have some ballpark food and just soak in the atmosphere.
And believe you me, atmosphere is in abundance at any Biscuits game. Their stadium is in an old warehouse section of Montgomery near the waterfront and right by the train tracks. About 3 times a game you're interrupted by a train whistle and the gentle rumbling of the train and tracks just outside of left field. This time of year the sun sets over that left field wall and the views are spectacular.
The food at a biscuits game is unique as well. I can't think of anywhere else you can enjoy a game with a fresh biscuit covered with your choice of dark or light syrup. Michelle likes the light syrup but I'm a dark syrup man. Here in the south we tend to call it sorgum or cane syrup. I'm getting hungry just thinking about it.
Daddy didn't just love baseball, he worshiped it and the elders of the church of baseball were Dizzy Dean and Pee Wee Reece. They held service every Saturday afternoon. It was called the NBC game of the week. Our pew was on the living room couch in front of our first Zenith color television.
Even today when I attend a baseball game I'm instantly transported back in time to that couch and those childhood memories of when life was as simple as a Saturday afternoon baseball game.
My most recent time travel was last Saturday night when Michelle and I drove down to Montgomery to watch the minor league Montgomery Biscuits play. Minor league baseball is just awesome. It doesn't have the flash of the big name big league players but instead it's a hometown atmosphere where you can relax and have some ballpark food and just soak in the atmosphere.
And believe you me, atmosphere is in abundance at any Biscuits game. Their stadium is in an old warehouse section of Montgomery near the waterfront and right by the train tracks. About 3 times a game you're interrupted by a train whistle and the gentle rumbling of the train and tracks just outside of left field. This time of year the sun sets over that left field wall and the views are spectacular.
The food at a biscuits game is unique as well. I can't think of anywhere else you can enjoy a game with a fresh biscuit covered with your choice of dark or light syrup. Michelle likes the light syrup but I'm a dark syrup man. Here in the south we tend to call it sorgum or cane syrup. I'm getting hungry just thinking about it.
I can't think of a much better way to spend a summer Saturday than this.
Thanks dad.
