When looking for quotes about baseball, there's only a few that really stand out. You've got Terrance Mann in Field of Dreams, Lou Gehrig's farewell speech, and a handful of others by some of the greats. None of these really portray what I'm looking for. They're all a bit on the sentimental side. I'm looking for something that just conveys a really GOOD day. Perfect weather, boiled peanuts and hotdogs, dancing fans on the jumbo-tron...a good day. This was our experience on Sunday. It could only have been better if the Braves had actually won the game.
The day started with a bang. 15 minutes after I woke up, Kate and I raced to Mcdonalds to get there before 10:30. Who do we see there? ...Kenny Rogers. Yes, it was really him, no we didn't just see someone that looked like him. I actually talked to him and shook his hand!! Next, we go home get ready and head out to navigate our way to Turner Field via MARTA...no problems there. Basically everyone on MARTA was wearing Braves gear and it was clear we were all going to the same place. We got to the game with plenty of time to get our tickets and take pictures in front of the giant baseballs and statues of baseball legends. Once we finally got to our seats (and believe me - it was quite a trek) the game was just getting started. After filling up on hotdogs, boiled peanuts, pizza and ice cream, we watched the remainder of the game. Unfortunately Atlanta didn't score a run during the game, but it was a great game regardless.
After the game, we made our way down to get better seats for the Avett Brothers concert. Score! We managed to get only about 8 rows back behind home plate. The concert was amazing and we had a great time! A perfect end to a good day.
And really...who are we kidding? I can't help myself. See below:
"They'll pass over the money without even thinking about it: for it is money they have and peace they lack. And they'll walk out to the bleachers; sit in shirtsleeves on a perfect afternoon. They'll find they have reserved seats somewhere along one of the baselines, where they sat when they were children and cheered their heroes. And they'll watch the game and it'll be as if they dipped themselves in magic waters. The memories will be so thick they'll have to brush them away from their faces. People will come Ray. The one constant through all the years, Ray, has been baseball. America has rolled by like an army of steamrollers. It has been erased like a blackboard, rebuilt and erased again. But baseball has marked the time. This field, this game: it's a part of our past, Ray. It reminds of us of all that once was good and it could be again. Oh... people will come Ray. People will most definitely come."