Father-son trips to the ballpark for an important game are priceless. The connection of baseball to generations is real. My dad took me to my first game at Connie Mack to see the Phillies play the Giants with Orlando Cepeda and Willie Mays. My son and I drive down to CBP for Saturday night and Sunday day games while stuffing ourselves with Cheesesteaks, pretzels, hoagies and scrapple.


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