My 78-year-old father was literally bouncing to Dodger Stadium as he prepared to watch his first World Series game in person. Game 1 of the 2017 World Series gave us memories we will never forget.
#ThisTeam brought this father and son closer than ever. Thank you @Dodgers. Thinking of my late Abuelo on this glorious #WorldSeries day
The D.C. stadium atmosphere was unlike anything I’ve ever seen. Every seat was filled 30 minutes before game time. Fans didn’t just watch every pitch; they studied them, forsaking trips to the bathroom and concessions.
For native Angelenos like myself, Vin Scully was more than an announcer. He was our history teacher, storyteller, role model, uncle and neighbor all wrapped in one. Scully taught us about the American flag, D-Day, the atrocities of socialism, J.D. Salinger, 1950s America and civil rights all while a baseball game was happening.
When you come to Chavez Ravine, the ballpark embraces you and makes you think of the memories you made here as a boy. You have children of your own now. You sit them in the same creaky blue seats and watch them marvel at those incredibly clean white jerseys bouncing on that incredibly green grass.
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