There's something about early spring that takes me out to the ballgame. I haven't been to a ballpark in years, but when I recall going to games at Yankee Stadium when I was a kid, I recall the overwhelming fragrance of hot dogs, the sticky taste of Cracker Jack and the sound of the organ playing something swift and skippy. [Photo above of Ernie Banks of…
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