What Baseball is Supposed to Feel Like

There is nothing more fun than minor league baseball. Yesterday, Kheury de la Cruz of the Greenville Drive drove in the winning run in the bottom of the 10th Inning. 

He drove in Jose Garcia, Number Three.

You baseballeros will have already realized, by the Green Monster left field wall above, that the Greenville Drive is a class A affiliate of the Boston Red Sox. So all the concession stands in the park are named for great Red Sox players, like this one below: "The Splendid Splinter," that was the nickname for the great Ted Williams.

Beer's cheap. And not watered down. Keep your sushi, Pac Bell Park. And we all sat it the First Row.

Plus, you get to take a trolley to the game from the parking lot downtown.

We're talking Class A here -- this means the lowest grade of the minor leagues, where players just signed from around the world all start their careers. The big difference between them and older and better ones is that these guys really can't catch the ball. Past balls, wild pitches, errors, bobbles, dropped throws, botched run-downs, coaches tearing their hair out -- gotta love it, don't ya?