The scent of hot dogs and sausages wafts through the air. There are people everywhere. You stand in line, order your food. It’s ridiculously expensive but you don’t care. The strains of the National Anthem breeze past your ear. You make your way around the crowded concourse, looking for a sign to point you toward your seat. There! You fumble your ticket out of your pocket, just barely avoiding spilling ice cream all over. Up a gently sloping ramp. Then, you see it.
The green grass. The baseball diamond. And, just like always, your heart does a little happy dance.
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