From Opening Day to postseason nights, the nosebleeds to the batter’s box, there’s a longing that embraces the stadium. When the last out is called and the lights turn dark, the excitement begins.

A ballpark is a very special place to be, even the silence cannot mute the game. The aura of greatness fills the air; distinct smells and sounds seep in the cracks and cornerstones of the park. Memories are triggered by a scent of crisp-aged glows of old fireworks; even the aroma of loaded hot dogs and the rattling bustle coming from the highway.

A setting and atmosphere as infectious as it is restless.

The air that fills the stadium invokes nostalgia, perhaps the thesis of the great American game. Past, present, and future seem to intertwine as the first pitch is let loose. Fans create the immersive feeling of the game. The roar of a grand slam home run. The surprise and slender of a great defensive play. The perfect gunshot steal to second - it’s absolute magic.

Magic to the beating heart of the game — the fans. I mean, what adult has not been that child who dreamt of sharing the diamond next to their favorite player?

“That’s going to be me out there, someday!”