Camp and baseball...two activities that surmised nearly every summer of my formative life. Wanted to share a bit about the latter. Perhaps some can find some inspiration from what I thought were wonderful experiences. My old man and I used to have an annual tradition of road-tripping to diiferent MLB stadiums and watching the home teams play. Got to see the beautiful green grass of Fenway, feel the years of history at Baltimore's old Memorial, hear the echoes (from lack of fans) at Stade Olympique in Montréal, and many others over about 5 years of trips. It was the journey that mattered, not the destination. Give it a try sometime.