
The smell of Boog's Bar-b-que as the steam arises in front of the warehouse and disappears into the bright lights illuminating the freshly cut patterned grass and chalk lines that mark the base path. Is there any better place than being a part of America's past time at one of the most beautiful parks - Camden Yards?

I was there to see Daniel Cabrera throw a shutout into the 6th inning (it's about time). I was there when foul balls came whizzing by our heads from our great seats behind home plate. I cheered as a train of loyal Baltimore fans marched throughout the stadium pleading with the O's owner (who's done nothing but

run the team into the ground) to sell the team to Cal Ripken. I stuffed my face with delicious Boardwalk French fries. I reluctantly met the scary Oriole mascot. And I was there when Nick Markakis hit the game winning homerun (he was due) to give the Orioles a 3-2 win over the Royals.
The enchanted evening at Camden Yards with Daddy, Nana, and Grandpa (mommy was busy working) brought me back to the

days of my youth, when at just 10 days old, my parents took me to my first ball game. Ah to be young again.