Live, AAA Minor League Baseball. Green grass. Sitting on my blanket on the berm in left field with my dad. Keeping score with paper and pencil. Seeing a double play come together like an art form. Sensing the win probability wither as the outs tally in the ninth inning. Hailing vendors for soda and hot dogs. Diving for home run balls arching my way from the field. Damn, I miss baseball.
Do you have time for a vacation to the Dominican Republic, Mexico, or Venezuela? Or, if you don’t have a passport (and are an American citizen), Puerto Rico?
Nah. Anyways, part of the fun is running into people you know. I probably wouldn’t see too many acquaintances in the DR, unless Rush Limbaugh was back for his viagra-fueled shenanigans.