My first (and only) summer home from college, I worked for our minor league team on Cleveland's east side as a security guard. Love me some MiLB and hate Manfred for gutting it. Our new city of course has the Reds, but I want to also go check out the Florence Y'Alls.
I’ll take a minor league game over a major one any night if the week. And the names alone, didn’t even mention this. But we need more major league teams named the Y’alls and jumbo shrimp and tin caps. Like there are enough Giants and Tigers in the world.
Baseball, like kick-the-can, was a neighborhood gathering of all available kids on the block, no matter what their skill level, creating memories and friendships and having fun. I was raised in a new tract of homes in Orange County starting in the late 50s. Years later, I had a part time job as a parking lot cashier at Anaheim Stadium. At the time, Anaheim Stadium was shared by the Angels and the Rams.
Baseball games were characterized by a load full of happy children and families packed into a station wagon. Football games were mostly large, fancy sedans filled with men and cigar smoke, rudely wanting the closest parking spot. The difference has stuck with me throughout my life.
My first (and only) summer home from college, I worked for our minor league team on Cleveland's east side as a security guard. Love me some MiLB and hate Manfred for gutting it. Our new city of course has the Reds, but I want to also go check out the Florence Y'Alls.
I’ll take a minor league game over a major one any night if the week. And the names alone, didn’t even mention this. But we need more major league teams named the Y’alls and jumbo shrimp and tin caps. Like there are enough Giants and Tigers in the world.
Have you guys gotten into the Bananas? It's amazing.
Baseball, like kick-the-can, was a neighborhood gathering of all available kids on the block, no matter what their skill level, creating memories and friendships and having fun. I was raised in a new tract of homes in Orange County starting in the late 50s. Years later, I had a part time job as a parking lot cashier at Anaheim Stadium. At the time, Anaheim Stadium was shared by the Angels and the Rams.
Baseball games were characterized by a load full of happy children and families packed into a station wagon. Football games were mostly large, fancy sedans filled with men and cigar smoke, rudely wanting the closest parking spot. The difference has stuck with me throughout my life.