(Photos courtesy of Curtis Palmer)
Tomorrow marks my favorite day in the city of Birmingham, Alabama. It is the day Rickwood Field, America’s oldest ballpark, comes back to life with the sights, sounds, and smells of baseball. The crack of maple. Venders chanting out sales of hot dogs and peanuts and ice cold sodas. Young players stretching singles into a hard-won doubles. The Rickwood Classic makes grown men become boys again.
Travel Editor Tanner Latham and I will cover the fanfare tomorrow, podcasting from the park and blogging about the day’s events. Check back in on Thursday morning for full coverage, photos, interviews, and even some nostaligia. (I played at Rickwood as a high schooler three summers in a row.)