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Originally Posted by Terry
As an 8 year old in the Church in Anaheim, my dad and another brother in the church took me and my next youngest flesh brother to our first major league game between the then California Angels and Cleveland Indians. How fitting wouldn't you say Ohio?
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Very fitting indeed! I'll tell you why I went to baseball games -- to get hot dogs -- not just any old hot dogs -- but dogs with
Stadium Mustard on them. They were the best dogs in the world, well worth the price of admission.
Nowadays I can get my favorite mustard at the local grocery store, so why go to the game? (
Baseball is boring like golf!)
Btw, who won the game?
