I was 11 years old and my mom and dad brought me to Fenway Park on a friday night in Sept. 1967.The Mick in the twilight of his career came up to pinch hit with the Yankees down 7-2 late in the game and singled up the middle he promptly pinch run for.The Fenway crowd gave him a standing O. I remember that distinctly along with the smell of cigar smoke,hot dogs,beer and popcorn hanging in the air on warm late summer nite.(heaven on earth)
I hated the Yankees all my life but loved Mickey Mantle, that was baseball as it was and always should be.
You sure do capture the experience of the old-time ball parks. It was the same in Chicago at Commiskey Park. And I would add the sound of the organ playing between innings. I really don't like the current Jumbotrons flashing crap and mega watt speakers blaring away.