Crack!!! The sound is distinct, resonating in its own uniqueness. When the rawhide ball ricochets off the well swung Louisville Slugger. You know it immediately. There is no sound like it. It makes my eyes turn toward the field, regardless of my whereabouts. Spring training is in full swing here in the Cactus league. The workamping stint here is different and at the same time as predictable as I had expected. I find that attendance at the games is more of a social event than a desire to be a part of the national pastime. Food, drink, and refreshments total over $100k per day and maximum capacity is only 8500. However, the past few games have been standing room only despite the Halos only winning one of seven home games. Chicago seems to be the hubwheel of baseball fever. The Cubs and White Sox both have the mezzanines crowded to the point that a jaunt from right to left is a ten minute walk. Which reminds me. Why on god’s green earth would you want to bring and infant and stroller to a baseball game.