the memories i have of attending baseball games in my youth are nothing like those of the folks who stood on their friend’s shoulders to get a glimpse through a knot hole of stan musial coming to the plate at old sportsman’s park.
but what memories i do have came from trips to two ball parks, the seattle kingdome and st. louis’ busch stadium, both stadiums which no longer exist.
i haven’t been back to st. louis since busch stadium was demolished but after driving through down town seattle and seeing two stadiums where i recall the kingdome having been i decided i wanted to take my kids to a ball game and start building their experiences with the great american pastime.
and while the stadium amenities were nice enough, and there was a family alcohol free zone in center field with a kids play area nearby i couldn’t help but think i was sitting in the equivalent of a giant styrofoam cup that would soon be discarded in favor of a newer, cleaner model.

