Six Years in the Making

It all started six years ago, on a warm summer evening on the patio. We had just finished eating a dinner that we had cooked ourselves and were reflecting on our age and how “adult” we felt at that exact moment. One point led to another, and the conversation turned to what we would do to ring in our 30th birthdays. It had to be something good, something EPIC, something to look forward to, in order to bypass the typical lamenting of that milestone age. And then it came to us—why not visit all the major league baseball stadiums? We both loved baseball, having spent numerous nights passionately cheering on our beloved Anaheim Angels, sometimes with success. (At this point we think it appropriate to apologize to our downstairs neighbors for all the shouting, screaming, cheering, jumping, and thunderstick-ing.) Why not take that enthusiasm and love for the game on the road? There were 30 teams, so thirty places to visit, plus Cooperstown and the fabled Field of Dreams somewhere in Iowa. We had six years to plan it. After all, how hard could it be?