Sunset JC

Croaker here guesting for Otilius. I remember my first trip to NYC. I was 12. My dad, older brother and I went on a company outing by bus. We traveled the two hours from Philly to NYC to see the Yankees play the Boston Red Socks. It was my first baseball game.
I don't remember much about that night just flashes of things; the black kids playing baseball in the street on the way to the park (a street that I remember looking similar to this one), the stadium lights, the green-green grass. It's a memory I've held onto. It's the reason I take my boys to sporting events whenever I get the chance. I hope they remember those times too.