Take her out to the game

The Baltimore Sun

I don't really know baseball. I never even went to a professional game before coming to Baltimore.

So when asked if I would like to spend seven straight days eating, breathing, sleeping and sweating baseball, my answer was a definite, hesitant ... yes?

Now, 1,500 miles, seven stadiums (counting Camden Yards), 3,222 still images and a half-eaten deep-fried Twinkie later, we have ourselves a weeklong minor league baseball series in the paper.

I am proud, if exhausted.

My chief concern, aside from juggling a new video camera I had little idea how to use, was making sure I got enough distinctive photos from the various stadiums, so you, our faithful reader, wouldn't think that each day of the series was Groundhog Day.

That didn't turn out to be as much of an issue as I feared. While there were a lot of the same things -- cute kids, foul balls, cheering crowds and, of course, baseball teams -- each stadium came complete with its own unique brand of charm.

I encountered Elvis, hot tubs, cow milking and freshly fabrezed mascots! Did I mention the deep-fried snacks?

I am not calling this series a bottom-of-the-ninth, down-by-three, game-winning grand slam! I'm just saying I know a little more about baseball than I did a week ago.

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