It’s the national pastime. For more than a century, professional baseball has been the focus of America’s leisure time attention during the summer months, when a fan can go to the old ball game, eat a hot dog, keep a scorecard, and root, root, root for the home team’s triumph. There is something comforting and nostalgic about the leisurely pace of the game, the familiar sounds coming from the field, and the buzz of the crowd.
This picture, with friendly and helpful ushers in the foreground, was taken while the Chicago White Sox took batting practice during our trip last month to Progressive Field in Cleveland, before the heavens opened.
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