Through a concrete gate opening br the green field revealed itself. br I remember the white lines too. br Organ music smells hotdog smiles. br Dad held my hand as we floated br to our seats and Curt Flood threw br me a ball and it knocked over a br Beer. Splash! Some got us wet. br The game was crawling as I br watched peanuts fly by and fans br pass down some money, man. br “YO! GETCHA BEER HERE! ” and br Bob Gibson hit some poor guy br and the guy limped to first. br We all sang baseball! And the br next thing I knew we were all br floating to our cars and I slept br on the way home. I heard sirens.