- The little helmets filled with ice cream
- People filling out box scores and struggling to know what to do when a team bats through the line-up
- The impeccably good accuracy of peanut ushers
- Seeing a fan camped under a foul ball, boxing out the sweaty guy with mustard stains on his shirt, only for it to doink off his hands and the stadium boo-ing (not singling anyone out... but there was a remarkably similar instance involving my roommate last season)
- How teams pay homage to St. Patrick's day by wearing Green hats, jerseys and chalk the lines green.
It also brings me back to my days of North Venice Little League where i played as a catcher for the minor league St. Louis Cardinals (Coached by Richard Page) and the major SF Giants. Let's just say that i made benito santiago's arm strength look whimpy.
PS... I think its slightly funny that I inserted an "editor's note" as I am the Editor. Somehow I felt like it would bring a little more credibility to my disclaimer.