As fans file into Harbor Park on a balmy June evening, the scent of a stirring ballpark makes itself apparent.
Grilled sausage, onions and peppers comingle with popcorn and pizza, forming an aromatic cacophony that serves as baseball’s universal harbinger.
Inside a booth on the stadium’s press level, a voice screams from behind a large mixing board.
“Ten seconds!” shouts the in-house game-day director.
Jack Ankerson, his headphones in place, leans to his left and hovers his finger over a square white button reading “MIC ON/OFF.”
“Five,” the voice says, “four, three, two… .