World Series
When I was thirteen years old and in the seventh grade, I loved to go to Shea Stadium, home of the New York Mets. I loved baseball and would sneak into the ball park all the time. When the Mets were on road trips, I practically lived there. It was my stadium. I would sit in the broadcast booth with a friend and smoke cigarettes and make like I was announcing the game. I yelled into the microphones and moved the cameras in all directions towards the field, hitting every button on every panel until security came and chased us out. They used golf carts to try and catch us. We would run up and down the stadium ramps with them right on our butts. We had a blast. October... Read more...
