This was taken last year before Christmas. My wife Amber, me( Daniel ), and our dog Weller(aka. Da Bubba)
I grew up on minor league baseball at a time when smoking at the game was not only permitted, but was rampant. I still associate the smell of cigar smoke with baseball games. In fact, since one of my adult sons is playing in an adult baseball (not softball) league, I am personally responsible for giving some cigar smoke memories to a new generation of baseball fans.pipingruotsi wrote: "Unfortunately, there is NO SMOKING inside the ball park...those were the good old days (not that I remember them)"
Agreed ... by the time I got going to baseball games in the mid-50s, hats were on the way out and many of the men were not in suits, but the cigars and pipes were omnipresent. My dad didn't care much for baseball, but one of our neighbors was crazy about the game ... he had no sons, but would take kids from the neighborhood to games ... I learned from him how to keep score ... he always sat in the same spot which to me seemed right in the middle of everything, including the cigar smokers ... I think that's where I cultivated my love of the smell of cigar and pipe smoke ...pipingruotsiwrote: "I love seeing clips of the stands from games in the '40s or so. All the gentlemen are wearing suits and hats with a pipe or cigar in their mouth."