Joe Buck was just in the bar I am currently in. Seriously. Joe. Fucking Buck! The premiere baseball and football play by play man in the business, clearly in town for the Yankees series… And I didn’t notice until he was leaving.
Joe Buck rocks.
Isn’t it amazing that even though it’s the first game of the season, the stadium retains the smell of the freshly cut grass, hot dogs, beer, mustard and passion? Old baseball parks are like well-seasoned woks. They retain their smells and sounds from year to year with the ghosts of seasons past getting the buildings ready each year, long before the maintenance crews report for the new season. I’ve only been to one or two Opening Day games in my life, but they are certainly something special. Riding the 4 train up to the Bronx, getting a glimpse of the field through the gap in the right field wall and exiting out on to the platform to join the hundreds of like-minded acolytes of America’s game.
“I see great things in baseball. It’s our game – the American game.”