The Boys of Summer and a Field of Dreams

Sue and I took a trip to DC Friday afternoon and caught a Dodgers vs Nationals game at the new National stadium. We drove up to the the Franconia/Springfield Metro stop and took the Metro up to the park in order to avoid the parking crush before and after the game. Two thumbs up for that Idea!!

The Metro station was one block from the Center Field entrance to the Ball Park and you could see the stadium as soon as you exited the station... lovely!. Having been away from pro sports for so long here in sleepy Richmond, I was immediately caught up in the excitement and carnival like atmosphere that seemed to pour out of the park swirling around you then sucking you back towards the stadium and it's magical allure.

I was reminded of the James Earl Jone's character in Field of dreams and his description of why people will come to see the field of dreams.

They'll pass over the money without even thinking about it, for it is money they have and peace they lack. And they'll walk out to the bleachers, sit in shirtsleeves on a perfect afternoon. They'll find they have reserved seats along one of the baselines, where they sat when they were children and cheered their heroes. And they'll watch the game, and it'll be as if they dipped themselves in magic waters. The Memories will be so thick they'll have to brush them away from their faces. People will come Ray. The one constant throughout the years, Ray, has been baseball. America has rolled by like an army of steamrollers. It has been erased like a blackboard, rebuilt and erased again. But Baseball has marked the time.This field, this game, it's part of our past Ray. It reminds us of all that once was good and it could be again.

PLAY BALL !

Thank you Susu for a wonderful idea and afternoon.

Love, Poppy