Something of the experience of real life, of the fresh air, the smell of hot dogs and beer, the murmurs of the crowd, the crack of the bat, gets lost on television. I've watched many ball games on television, even listened to them on the radio, and there is a certain poetry to the play by play there, but it doesn't compare to sitting in Yankee Stadium on a summer's evening, as the sun sinks behind the skyline of the city that never sleeps. The electric jolt of feeling the crowd leap to its feet at the prospect of a game winning walk off home run in the bottom of the ninth. We can peer into the window through technology, we can eavesdrop on the action, but somehow it just isn't the same experience. estory

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