PITTSBURGH – I am, I willingly admit, a baseball park geek.
The perfect infield diamonds, manicured emerald grass, quirky angles of outfield walls, giant scoreboards, kids wearing miniature jerseys of their big-league heroes, smorgasbords of ballpark eats, seat colors, organ music, public address announcers, in-game promotions and tradition … I take it all in.
Little wonder that my recent trip back east — through Boston’s Fenway Park, Philadelphia’s Citizens Bank Park and Pittsburgh’s PNC Park — was a little slice of baseball heaven.
Earlier this season, I made my first trek to Atlanta’s SunTrust Park, and I also ventured inside Tropicana Field for the first time in many years.