If you think that video doesn't look too bad, consider this:

In a Long-Island Wal-Mart, an employee was trampled to death by shoppers as the doors opened. What was the employee doing? His job, of course, trying to get the shoppers to behave rationally so that nobody got hurt.

In that same stampede, a pregnant woman was pushed to the ground and stepped on, even as she screamed that she was pregnant. She miscarried right there in the store.

Don't believe me? Here's the story from a credible newspaper source.

Is it worth it, America? Is it worth the death of an innocent employee and an unborn baby? That baby will never get to see the light of day. We'll never know what that baby could have become. This wasn't by choice. It wasn't an abortion. This mother wanted her baby. It was wrenched from her, all because shoppers wanted 50% off some ridiculous item that will only put them in more credit card debt.

What about the employee? Think about that. This person was working on BLACK FRIDAY. It's probably one of those deals where everyone had to work, because the store knew how busy they would be. This person was probably just trying to make it through the day, trying to make ends meet by collecting his paycheck at a horrible dead-end job. "Hey, it's a living." Now, he's dead. He was stepped on by hundreds of people until he died, and probably continued to be trampled afterward. Right in front of a helpless co-worker. This person will never be able to see their family again. I'm not sure the age of this person, but if they weren't old enough to be a mother/father, then they at least have parents of their own. And siblings. And cousins. And aunts and uncles. And grandparents. They'll never see them alive again. They won't even get to see them at the funeral...due to the nature of tramplings, I'm sure the funeral will be closed-casket. The thing contained therein will be purely mush. This wasn't just a Wal-Mart employee. This wasn't some being that lived purely to do your bidding. This was a fellow human being, who lived with you, right here in America.

Does that image make you sick, America? I hope so. I hope you're ready to vomit right now. You did this, America. Your consumer culture, your "ME! ME! ME! NOW! NOW! NOW!" attitude has lead us to this. This holiday is supposed to be a celebration of the birth of Jesus. (Please, leave the comments about how it's basically a pagan holiday out of this. It may be true, but the fact remains that most people recognize Christmas as the time to celebrate Jesus' birthday by ignoring the Bible and giving each other presents.) This season is supposed to be about peace on Earth. Good will towards men. That's why the Salvation Army is always out in full foce around this time...because people are supposed to feel more charitable during this season than any other time of the year. Ask yourself, America: Is this how Jesus would want you to remember his birth? Is this rampant consumerism what Jesus would have told you to do? Would Jesus have wanted the only things that make your children happy to be toys that their parents had to endure a bloodbath to receive?

We're so quick to judge other countries. "African nations need to stop cranking out the kids, that's why they're so poor." "I don't see why the Jews and Muslims keep fighting in the middle east over a barely hospitable desert." "They eat dogs! Gross!" Turn the mirror on yourself, America. This is what WE value most. Not human beings. Not life. Not being nice to one another. Not religion. Not science. STUFF. Stuff is worth any and everything, even the cost of human life. Not one of those miserable countries that we're so quick to judge can say that. Happy Holidays, America.


UPDATE: Are. You. Fucking. Kidding. Me?! Several fucked up things to add here.

1. Turns out that that guy wasn't the only one to get trampled. Turns out a bunch of store employees trying to save his life ALSO got trampled. No good deed goes unpunished, I suppose.

2. Police and witnesses are reporting that after the store closed because of the dead employee and made everyone evacuate, people were actually pissed off and continued to shop anyway, as demonstrated in this excerpt:

Kimberly Cribbs, who witnessed the stampede, said shoppers were acting like "savages."

"When they were saying they had to leave, that an employee got killed, people were yelling `I've been on line since yesterday morning,'" she said. "They kept shopping."

There's no excuse for that. It can no longer be written off as an "unfortunate accident." These fucks, these FUCKS, were ACTIVELY and CONSCIOUSLY putting shopping above human life. What pieces of human trash. As coach Mike Gundy once said, "makes me wanna PUKE."

3. On more upbeat news, looks like the woman didn't miscarry after all.

And for now that's enough. I've been a Pacers fan since I was a small child and I lived in northwestern Indiana. For those of you unfamiliar with the state of Indiana, that area is known by several names: Chicagoland, The Region, or that part of the state that should be annexed by Illinois. This was also during the second Bulls championship run in the 90's. I've honestly always been proud of being a Hoosier, and I love the city of Indianapolis. My emotional connection to this team is probably more than it should be, but at this point, it's a sickness that will not improve (imagine my love for the Rays on horse steroids). Thank God I was blessed with moving to Indy a few years later, but by that time I was already a full blown Pacers and Colts fan. Yet that is a different story, for a very very slow news week.


In recent years the Pacers have watched their attendance dwindle, including finishing dead last in average attendance last season. This of course can be attributed to several things such as the Colts success overshadowing the team, the Pacers on court shortcomings, and of course the fact that over the last few seasons we've had some trouble with the law.

Yet they've tried to move on, by trading away the distractions, and they really are trying to get the fans back. Coach Jim O'Brien and Larry Bird have built a very young and fast team that plays to win, and doesn't quit. For example, during the home opener against Boston, Danny Granger had both of his front teeth knocked out mid-game. Granger finished the game without his two front teeth and the Pacers went on to win the game 95-79. They've lost a few games in the fourth as of late, but they are young and the first half of their schedule is just insane. So give them some time and before you know it we'll bloom into an amazing team. You also have to give it the team for trying to win back fans. They've been doing ticket packages, and various other offers to try and bring back those who haven't been showing up to games. I remember at the Pacers fan jam before the season started that there was already a buzz surrounding the team because fans were willing to bring their kids to games again because these guys were role models who weren't going to discharge firearms at strip clubs. Recently I attended one game where they changed the ticket prices to $25 for lower level seats, $15 for club level, and $5 for the balcony. That's great for a top level professional league team. It does not matter what sport it is. Currently it seems that the fans are starting to come back, we're slowing climbing out of the NBA's attendance cellar as we climb out of the NBA's standings cellar.

Now to my fellow Hoosiers who love basketball as much as I do, or rather, live up to the stereotype about our basketball passion: Our average attendance is at 13,595, which is 74.1% capacity. These guys are trying and the team is trying to get you to come back, we're playing basketball that any self-respecting Hoosier would appreciate. So please, come back out to the games, it's dawn, the night is over. Let's fill the other 4,750 seats.

The Pirates have made some significant moves lately in gathering prospects. Drafting Pedro Alvarez, taking several high-upside picks late in that same draft, and trading for Andy LaRoche were all big. And yet, I'm most excited about the fact that they've just signed Rinku Singh and Dinesh Patel from India to minor-league contracts.

I'll admit, I'd never heard of these people before. But, after looking them up, they seem endlessly amusing. Like, to the point that even if they turn out to be absolutely terrible, I still like this signing because at the very least I find these people charmingly funny.

First off, they have a blog.

Secondly, they are new to the game of baseball. Very new. As in, they didn't even understand the basics when they first started. (Cricket is the much more popular stick-and-ball game in India, a sport which Singh played. They also both threw javelins.) However, from the looks of their blog, they both seem overwhelmingly fascinated with the game, falling in love with it the same way I imagine every fan and athlete does when they first discover the nuances of baseball.

Deadspin's write-up of them has this about them: "Raw was not the word for these guys. Not only did Rinku and Dinesh not even know how to play catch when they first arrived at USC for training, but they didn't know how to work a drinking fountain."

Another example of their naivete from the same write-up: "The first time they saw a baseball game, watching USC play Washington State, Patel was confused. 'What did the shortstop do wrong?' he asked. House: 'Why do you say that?' Patel: 'He's the only one in the infield without a base.'"

And yet, surprisingly, scouts are still pretty high on these guys. Their tryout was viewed by representatives from 20 different MLB teams, plenty of scouts spoke very highly of how far they've come and of seeing actual, tangible potential for these guys to be successful major league pitchers. They're both only teenagers, so they do have a chance to make it before they're too old. One veteran scout actually gave them and 85% chance of being major league pitchers some day.

And, really, when you think about it, why not? If anything, they're going to be the most coachable players in any team's system. All players come into the minors with SOME kind of preconceived notions about how the game is played. Even if they're fresh out of high school or they're 16 year old Dominican kids, odds are that they've played a good deal of baseball. These guys have played NONE. They'll listen to absolutely everything they're told about the game, because it's all they know. The Pirates minor league coaching may not be top flight, but the fact is that they're still involved in a major league baseball organization, meaning that they're batter than thousands of little league, high school and college coaches that usually start young baseball players out on their fundamentals. This is either going to be a great success or an epic failure. Either way, it should be exciting to watch.

Some interesting (slightly amusing) facts about them from their blog:

• They learned English from Baseball Tonight.

• The both throw very well, especially considering that they didn't know how to pitch beforehand. Both are throwing in the lower 90s, with Dinesh having better control and Rinku topping out at higher speeds.
  

• Dinesh's favorite player is Kevin Youkilis of the Boston Red Sox.

• It seem like every time they go somewhere, they mention how clean it is.

• All of your cow jokes are irrelevant. They may be from India, but they are of the Islamic faith, not the Hindu faith.

• All of their training is done at USC. After going to a Trojans football game, they had this to say: "The American Football players are so big and have such huge muscles you would not even believe it. Each time they hit each other we are told it is like being in a car accident. These men hit each other many times per match. praise Allah that we have won a baseball contest and a not a football one. i don’t think we could even take a hitting once."

• "Tonight we were celebrating the Halloween Holiday here in America. we are not sure what the holiday comes from, but kids dress up in all kinds of crazy outfits and then go to houses asking for sweets. if people in the house no give the sweets then the kids put toilet paper in their trees."

• They communicate with their families in India via Skype. As a tech nerd, this makes me happy.

• They may be the stars of a reality show soon.

What. A. Game.

If you missed the Ball State vs Central Michigan game last night, you missed some of the best college football I've seen all year. It wasn't quite Texas vs Texas Tech, but it was exciting none the less.

It was a real see-saw affair, with the score tied for the majority of the game and several lead changes. Despite this, both teams played great defense. Deadspin even liveblogged it. This game proves that there IS good football outside of the BCS conferences.

Ball State came into this game undefeated, ranked #17 in the nation and tied for back-to-back MAC champs Central Michigan for the MAC West lead. Central Michigan came out firing, obviously with something to prove and slightly ticked off about all the hype (and NFL scouting) surrounding Ball State QB Nate Davis despite the fact that Central Michigan QB Dan LeFevour has been the first team all-MAC QB for two years running.

Some stats from the game:

• Ball State RB MiQuale Lewis, garnering looks from NFL scouts along with Davis, finished the game with 177 rushing yards on 28 attempts, good for 6.3 YPC. His longest run was for 42 yards. He also had two receptions for 20 yards. He was truly the difference maker in this game for Ball State.

• Ball State QB Nate Davis was 12 of 24 for 175 yards and 4 TDs. He also ran 7 times for 42 yards, with a long of 22.

• Central Michigan QB Dan LeFevour was probably the most electrifying player on either team this game, going 30 of 44 on passes for 345 yards, 2 TDs and 1 INT. He also rushed 24 times for 75 yards. His lone interception, however, proved to be costly, as it was during a critical last-minute Central Michigan drive with Ball State ahead. Ball State then proceeded to kneel down to win the game.

Recently I lamented that there were no athletes that were dumb enough to earn last week's award. The god of jocky dumbness must have smiled upon me recently, because I've just been rewarded with TWO players dumb enough to win. Those players are...

Donovan McNabb, QB of the Philadelphia Eagles, and Jamelle Horne, F for the Arizona Wildcats.

Dumbass
Sammich!

You've all probably heard about both of these players, what they did, and how their actions cost (or, in McNabb's case, COULD HAVE cost) their team the game. You probably don't need me to elaborate, so I won't. I'll summarize.

McNabb did not know that the NFL football game he was playing in against the Cleveland Browns would end in a tie if neither team scored. For a fan, this could be forgiven. I knew it, but I'm a Steelers fan, and the last tie before the Eagles-Browns game was between the Steelers and the Falcons. I imagine if it weren't for that, I wouldn't know either. However, McNabb is an NFL quarterback. His job is to lead his offense. He is supposed to be the most intelligent and knowledgeable player on the field, and he didn't know the game situation. There's no excuse for that. If you're an NFL athlete, you need to know the rules. Especially if you're a veteran like McNabb.

Horne also did something monumentally stupid that I'm sure you're all aware of.

I don't normally like to criticize student-athletes. They're not pros. It's not their job to be perfect. Being an athlete is (at least theoretically) second to them when it comes to the task of getting a degree. As a student myself, I know what a stressful process getting a degree and having a job is. I can't imagine what kind of stress would be added from playing a sport at the second-highest level.

However, I have to make an exception for Jamelle Horne, because what he did was something that any middle school basketball player can tell you was a bad idea. For some background here, Horne came into Arizona as a highly touted 5-star recruiting prospect. During the game, his teammate Kyle Fogg tied the score at the last minute. Fogg then fouled another player. Mistake? Sure, but with enough time left to erase the deficit of the resulting free-throw hit (it didn't). Horne, however, made an inexcusable mistake. As a desperation, buzzer-beating shot went off, Kyle Horne dove for the leg of the opposing player, going out of his way to intentionally foul him and force a penalty shot. The shot hit. Arizona loses 72-71. I know that was a terrible idea, and I'm not even a basketball fan! I know when it's time to foul and when it isn't, and I don't even follow the sport. That is why Horne is a part of this.

So, Jamelle Horne and Donovan McNabb, congratulations. You...

Are the dumbest players of the week.

There have been a few stories from Tampa Bay area newspapers talking about if the area can actually support a baseball team. One of my favorite teams moving has always been one of my biggest fears. Now I know that the Rays have finally made it to the point where they seem to have a fan base, but the problem remains, will people show up to games? That's the biggest issue. What makes things even more uncomfortable for me is that Stuart Sternberg the Rays owner recently said that the answer to this question will not be known until spring or even October next year. I know it's a simple answer, but what I take that as is that they are actually considering moving. Here's the story: http://www.tampabay.com/sports/baseball/rays/article903511.ece. I don't think I really need to go into how devastating this would be for me. Hopefully it's all just talk to get a new stadium, but honestly, after last season's performance and attendance in the last part of the season, how could they not get a new stadium?

Let us know what your thoughts are on this, maybe you can stop my panicking.

The IUPUI Jaguars will beat the Indiana Hoosiers tonight.

Congratulations to Keith Olbermann, our newest addition to Gods Among Men. Keith makes the list based on being everything the writers of this blog are about. He loves sports, hates ESPN, and leans to the left. Plus, he's just sooooo dreamy!

This week, I have yet to hear a story about any athlete that has been overwhelmingly stupid enough to deserve the scorn of Dumbest Athlete of the Week, so it looks like that award will take a hiatus of at least one week. In its stead, I bring you a links post.

• Mondesi's House does a breakdown of the top 10 altered legacies in sports history.

• Gentlemen...BEHOLD! The 309 pound high school QB!

• Where Have You Gone, Andy Van Slyke? Is doing a cool retrospective right now called "Road To 17" about how the Pirates got to the point where they're going to set a record for the longest streak of losing seasons in any North American sport. Even if you're not a Pirates fan (and hey, few are), it's worth checking out how a team got to this special kind of suck.

• Looks like the Steelers are now securely owned by the Rooney family.

• Fire Joe Morgan is no more. It's a sad day for sports blogs everywhere.

• Football Outsiders asks: Whatever happened to Devin Hester?

• In the wake of Brandon Sutter's injury, could the NHL be considering a ban on hits to the head? Probably not.

• Keith Olbermann gives a scathing Special Comment on Prop 8. Keith Olbermann is also a sports commentator. This is relevant.

• Slightly old, but this is probably one of the coolest football catches I have ever seen.

• Here are ten sports cliches we could all do without.

• In the strangest negotiating move ever, the Dodgers withdrew their offer to Manny Ramirez. You drive a hard bargain, LA!

• If you're a fan of sports podcasts, check out Whatcha Talkin Bout.
  

We've added our list of "Gods Among Men" to the sidebar. This basically started out as my list that I'm adding to the blog along with the first person I ever heard Thomas proclaim as a God Among Men. We'll be adding more as time goes on, but it takes a lot to get on the list, so just because someone ran for 300 yards one game is not enough to make it on the board. They must continually do things that will stand the test of time. So here's our list. If you feel that someone is missing, please let us know and we'll talk it out.

Get Hyphy!

I've always been a fan of uniform/logo aesthetics and I thought I was a bit odd in my passion for jerseys, kits, and sweaters until I found people like me. So since I'm part owner of this blog I thought I'd share my passion with you...the reader.

Washington Nationals


The Nats hold a very special place in my heart along with another D.C. area team. It's just something that I love about our national pastime being in our capital that makes me happy, and I can't help but support them. Yet for their existence they've gone with this weird typeface on their uniforms which to me seemed to miss the mark. I mean seriously, your city has a great history of having baseball teams, you're the national capital, and you don't use a vintage, classic look? I don't know, but it just seems to me that a classic look would be better than this. Well my prayers have been answered as the Nationals have moved on to this:

Sorry about the delay in posting this. I've been so caught up with Obama's win that sports have been pretty far from my mind in the last few days.

This will be the shortest edition of Dumbest Player to date.

The award this week goes not to a player, but to a former player and current coach...

Mike Singletary, head coach of the San Francisco 49ers.

Dumbass!

Do I really need to explain this one? The dude dropped his pants as a motivational tactic!

I'll make sense of the title here in a second, but I just wanted to share the front page story from the four letter network's website. It's an interesting view on what changes are expected to happen from Barack Obama's presidency. Here's the link: http://sports.espn.go.com/espn/news/story?id=3683722. I never thought about Obama pushing for the games to be in Chicago by actually going to the IOC meeting, but Tony Blair did it and look at London. I'm pretty sure we'll be seeing the Olympics in Chicago in 2016.

As for the title of this, Obama's favorite sport is basketball, the Bulls are his team. Therefore, the Bulls win the White House. I don't know who the incumbent is, as I don't know W.'s favorite baseball team, nor do I care.

One parting comment, Obama won Indiana. Here's the blog's official reaction.

So Thomas and I decided to each write about our trip down to Game Two of The World Series from our perspective. This is mine.


Let's start this from the beginning, the real beginning. For those of you who read this blog often or know me personally you can probably skip the next paragraph and not miss a beat.

About eight or nine years ago my father moved to the Tampa Bay area and I finally got a "home team" for baseball...which is something I had always wanted. Well some of the fondest memories from my childhood are attending Devil Rays games with my father, and my dad always made one promise to me, "If they ever go to the World Series, we'll go."

So after the clinching game of the ALDS I called my father to see if the offer, now realistically attainable, was still on the table. It was, and four wins later my dad and I were negotiating how the hell this was going to work out. Seeing as I was in Indianapolis, and the game was St. Petersburg. Airfare was out of the question due to the price, so I was told, "Drive down with a friend and we'll get you the tickets." After a short period of reflection I decided Thomas was the man to ask.

Wednesday
I got up just early enough to make it to my midterm in Comparative Politics, then sat through the longest Beginning of Christianity class of my life. The entire time I just sat there staring at the clock. Once those were done I packed my bags, took a makeup midterm exam and got on the road around 2:20pm. A drive down to Bloomington later, and we're on our way. Our goal that night was to make it south of Nashville, which we easily did. We filled our drive with conversations about politics and sports. Sometimes both, like what sports would the founding fathers be into if they were alive today. The only clear consensus we could come to was that Franklin would be a baseball fan. Our night ended in Manchester, TN at an America's Best Value Inn. It was a little dirty, but clean enough given the fact it was only a $40 room. What made this night memorable were the oddly stereotypical gentlemen who were in the room above us, that insisted on asking me what type of car I had while one of them smoked shirtless on the balcony. They then proceeded to come down to our room about an hour later to ask us if we had any "smoke." Not smokes, "smoke." We're still not sure what the hell they wanted (tobacco or pot). Either way, tough luck for them as neither of us smoke.

Thursday
We left the hotel at eight am and quickly crossed the mountains into Georgia. Now for anyone who hasn't driven through Georgia from top to bottom...don't. It sucks. I've been doing it my whole life and it almost always wrecks my road trip. The only fun part about that drive is waiting until you start seeing the "We Bare All" signs with "Trucker Discount" at the bottom. Classy Georgia, classy.

Thomas and I managed to escape Georgia hours later and in celebration we blared Less Than Jake in celebration throughout the majority of our remaining drive. We arrived a few exits north of I-275 to pick up the tickets from my father, who sadly was only able to procure two and would not be joining us.

Once on the way we ran into World Series traffic mixed with rush hour traffic, which usually would irritate us, but at that moment we were so excited about not being in Georgia and going to the World Series that we didn't care. In fact, we just listened to The Big Dog, Steve Dumeg on my favorite sports radio station 620 WDAE and I watched as a hunger-stricken Thomas devoured a sheet brownie we had brought with us. As this went on, Thomas and I started yelling random chants, a few "Let's Go Mets" we yelled, a "Get Hyphy" here and there. It was a rather humorous time.

So we finally arrive, find $5 parking with a bus ready to cart us to the Trop, and take in all there is to see outside the stadium. We made sure we found our way into the background on several TV stations and talked to a few fans about the fact we had driven from Indianapolis to see the game. Once inside the Trop I about fainted from the large amount of people crowding the stadium. I mean, I know it was a sellout, but this almost like having all the people that had been to the other Rays games I attended combined at the stadium. As we walked around I pointed out the renovations to the stadium that has taken place since Sternberg bought the team. This moment marked the only time in my life that I actually found the cliche, "I almost forgot that (insert random event here) was supposed to happen," to be true. I was so caught up in everything around me I seriously forgot that a World Series game was about to begin.

I remember throughout the entire trip that Thomas (a die hard Mets fan) was complaining about Philly Fan and how their fans are assholes. Well...fate frowned upon us as we found ourselves on the end of a row occupied by Philly Fans. It was a line of that disgusting Philly Red with a Rays Blue tip. As we sat down the Philly fans laughed and we were a few "Thank God"'s from the Rays fans in front and behind us. Actually, these Philly Fans were nothing but courteous and even shook our hands at the end of the game. Thomas and I both learned that not all Philly Fans are jackoffs, but we were a little upset they made us have to retool our theory.

Now for the game, it was fantastic. If you are a baseball fan make sure you go to at least one World Series game in your life. Now for some the chances of seeing your favorite team are more likely others. I don't really want to recount the events of the game because most of you reading this saw it for yourself, so I'll just write about what the atmosphere was like. Being surrounded by fellow Rays fans and hearing the sound of cowbells first hand was quite a change from sitting on my couch watching the games by myself. Chanting "Let's Go Rays" with the masses filled that void I had experienced from being so far away from my favorite team. The game flew by and it was everything we wanted from the game, except for the fact we didn't get to see the Rays take Brett "I beat my wife" Myers yard. Which was a minor let down because we wanted to yell, "Boom...Outta Here." Yet the night was fantastic and will be something I remember forever, especially since the Rays won their only World Series game that night.

Friday
On Friday Thomas and I enjoyed our only day of not driving for the entire trip. I woke up earlier than my cohort and spent the morning doing some routine car maintenance with my father. Then in the afternoon the three of us headed out to the golf course. Now I've been playing golf since I was 2 1/2 (19 years) and my father years beyond that, but Thomas has never played golf. We started out in the sun, but before we could even get three holes in the skies opened up. Luckily though it was a nice, warm, lightning-less rain so we continued through four more holes before just calling it quits. That evening we went to an upscale pizza place in Lakewood Ranch and watched The Departed. Followed by Thomas and I staying up until 4am, which in the end, came in handy.

Saturday
Saturday began with Thomas and I going for a swim, followed by a run with my father to Publix to get a cooler for the trip home. Once those were accomplished we were back on the road heading towards Indy. This time we chose to take I-10 through the Panhandle and would then take a state road to meet up with I-65 in Montgomery, AL. The drive started out great with both of us in high spirits, perfect windows down weather, scenic drive, but then we hit the panhandle. The temperature dropped, it became dark, and distances between cities seemed like it took twice as long as before. At about 9pm we finally made it to Alabama, "Land of Opportunity!" We drove through a state that I'm quite sure looks better in the dark, and made it into Tennessee at about 2am. The worst thing though was that we couldn't find an ESPN Radio station anywhere in the state and when we finally did get one we found it just in enough time to hear the ninth inning of game three. We pulled off the road at 3am and settled into our Holiday Inn Express.

Sunday
After a day like Saturday, I don't think either one of us was too eager to get inside that car again, or after a trip like ours to return to our "lives". Yet we did and it really was only a short period of time before we found ourselves in Kentucky, and then finally Indiana. I dropped Thomas off at Bloomington and made my way back to Anderson. I got back, settled in and relaxed from such an awesome trip. Sadly that night I also watched my Rays bite it in game four.

Over all this trip was fantastic and it was made better by a Rays win in game two. It also was awesome that my friend Thomas, a friend I've had since fourth grade, could come with. I again urge everyone who is a baseball fan to make a trip like this at least once in your life.