When we lived in New York, Whitley and I had season tickets to Yankee Stadium, and we’re still fans. Whitley was a fan when he was a kid, largely because a local radio station in San Antonio carried the Yankees Radio Network. In those days, there were no major league baseball teams west of the Mississippi.
Since I can’t get to any games anymore, I’ve gotten involved in watching baseball movies instead, and there are some great ones, with Bull Durham and, of course, the immortal Field of Dreams leading the league.
I’ll never forget the mystery of how hot dogs taste good at baseball games. I don’t even like hot dogs, but I can’t get through a baseball game without at least one, and a bag of peanuts, and, of course, a beer.
The Los Angeles uniform is a t-shit, shorts, flip-flops and a baseball cap.Mine is a feminine pink Yankees cap. Not exactly regulation, but it’s my favorite. I’m amazed at how many people out here wear Yankees caps, but there are plenty, and they wear them proudly.
I do, too!