Is it still considered a memory if you keep experiencing it year after year? When the grass is freshly cut and the smell of a charcoal grill is in the air, you know it’s time for baseball. And there is nothing like going to your first game of the season after a long and cold winter.
Yes, it was only 5 months ago that I was last at Turner Field, but it’s like reuniting with an old friend. The excitement of another baseball season is pale compared to how it feels carrying your ticket stub and glove around the stadium taking in all the sensual, yet familiar, cues. The smell of the hot dogs, the taste of the beer, and the sights of another pennant hung inside the stadium.
And that’s only the beginning…
My favorite part about going to a game is walking into my section for the first time. It doesn’t matter where the seat is. Walking into the aisle, the sight of the field multiplies my excitement. The grass has never been greener. The bases?Never whiter. It is this magical experience that takes me back to being a little boy at my first game. Nothing was ever as big as that moment, and everything in the world melts away except for this moment - right there.
What excites you about a new baseball season?
It’s baseball season - Go Braves!!
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