There are only two seasons - winter and Baseball.
I have discovered in 20 years of moving around a ballpark, that the knowledge of the game is usually in inverse proportion to the price of the seats.
The true harbinger of spring is not crocuses or swallows returning to Capistrano, but the sound of the bat on the ball.
I try not to break the rules but merely to test their elasticity.
The most beautiful thing in the world is a ballpark filled with people.