The Bender's Brats are ready for the grill. The horseradish mustard is standing by. The one beer the Doc will allow me is chilling. All the past memories are flooding back in a pleasent kaliadoscope of highs and lows. At least the team I'm rooting for today has fewer question to contemplate.

   I barely remember the day they started tearing down Ebbits field; one of my first long term memories. It didn't matter much to my folks; they weren't Dodger fans... The anguish of the parents of my playmates was something else. I did not understand why they were upset. After you have lived some history; you do.

   The old ballparks live in our memory. The destruction of old Yankee stadium hits me hardest. The sad ruin that was Briggs/ Tiger stadium and what will someday happen to Fenway and Wrigley. The lack of respect of that went before. How many of you know that the remains of old League park in Cleveland are still used for soccer and football moms. Only the right field bleachers remain. How many Pirate fans pay homage to the remains of the out field wall of old Forbes field. The Irony that the present Busch stadium sit over the infrastructure of a Busch stadium of two iterations before.

  The ebb and flow of time. The players who are no more. The players who can only remember their time in the sun. The players of the here and now who remind us of so many others. The friends and playmates and teamates you will never know again.

  WTF? What's with the TV? The landscapers have cut the cable! Well that's fitting. Back to the old way. Letting the radio annoucer paint the pictures with their word and seeing it in my mind. As I've seen so much before.....