Once upon there was Bat Day. Only Bat Day. Then came Ball Day. Then Cap Day, then Helmet Day. Then (Your City Here) Night. Then came Picture Day, where you could snap photographs of players as they milled around between the foul lines and the grandstand.
Anyone else jonseing for the ’70s right about now?
It was a simpler time. Not necessarily perfect. I visited relatives in Southern California one summer. We went to a few Angels games. At one, I was too old to get a bat. At another, I was too young to get a helmet.