First major-league game: Cleveland Indians, Municipal Stadium, five years old.
“I remember the rush when we walked up the ramp, through the portal and I became one of the 60,000 people. I accompanied my older brother and sister, mom and dad—mom kept the stats with a pencil and scorecard (she was an accountant). When you look around at a ballpark, you see all types: old and young, men and women—all colors and backgrounds. Baseball’s universal appeal speaks for itself. [The game] is a pure and innocent concept—just like musical notes.”
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