An Innocent Abroad On The Baseball Diamonds

Granted, I proved to be a baseball dodo, instead of the baseball brain I thought I was. But the memories of my idols more than make up for that.

If, like myself, you spent summer afternoons at a place like Yankee Stadium hollering with your full lung power, "Come on Phil!" or, "You can do it, Joe. Let's see you tag one." Or simply, before the game, "Hey Allie! Look over here!"—all with no measurable results—try what I did.

Get yourself a "Press Only" tag, go to spring training, walk out on the field, step into the dugout and say something like, "How's it going today, Mickey?" You'll either get yourself arrested or make a new friend.