America's Sport

Every year my ex-boss, a couple other friends, and I go to a few afternoon baseball games. I am not a big sports fan. I don't know the players, I don't know the stat's, and I don't know their record. I usually don't even know who we are playing until we get to the park. But there is something magical about baseball.

Setting in the stands with friends on a sunny afternoon with bags of peanuts, boxes of cracker jacks, an adult beverage in a plastic cup and yes . . . the hotdog. There is also something magical about eating a hotdog at a ball game. They just taste better. Nowhere else can you get a hotdog with that same flavor. I am not a big hotdog fan but ball parks have great hotdogs.

Then there are the people and conversations. A few talk about work, some talk about the game, most are chatting about a wide variety of things until you hear the crack of the bat - then everyone's attention turns back to the game.

It is truly America's favorite sport.