From the Bleachersby Cormac Eklof
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In 1994 I spent a summer working on Cape Cod. Whilst I wasn’t completely ‘new’ to baseball, it was my first summer where I spent mornings drinking Snapple, eating bagels and trawling through the box scores diligently noting my newly crowned favourite players' statistics.
Visiting a friend in Chicago during a road trip, I had seats behind home plate with Jason Bere striking out thirteen. I always looked for his line in the box scores. I was entranced by Aaron Sele’s seemingly effortless, smooth ‘twelve to six’ curve, so I kept an eye out for his numbers. My first ever live game at Fenway Park was the Red Sox and Brewers, with no less than Roger Clemens on the hill. Yes, as I walked in to the stadium, I heard ‘Rocket Man’ on the public address system.