Monday, May 30, 2016

There. And. Here.

Not a newsflash to our more loyal readers, but I ain't from around these fair parts. I grew up in a faraway land of zero sales tax and a short commute to the epicenter of sports fandom depravity: Philadelphia.

Sometimes a select few of the Dodgers Stadium faithful remind me of home... usually when they're being carted away by security or calling the opposing pitcher a word I'd rather not write.

And then there's times when I realize how many miles lay between me and the Veterans Stadium of my youth.



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