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HAVE DREAMS, WILL TRAVEL<br />
My first stop was Baltimore’s Oriole Park at<br />
Camden Yards, where my beloved BoSox were playing<br />
the Orioles. I approached the arched brick entrance<br />
with the same thrill I felt when I caught my first fly<br />
ball. Modeled after the classic baseball parks (although<br />
it opened in 1992), Camden Yards may be the most<br />
beautiful place to see a major league game.<br />
The asymmetrical playing field, natural grass<br />
turf and quaint clock tower recall the early 20th<br />
century. The beer is cheap (by ballpark standards),<br />
the food is good (especially Boog’s BBQ) and the<br />
usher didn’t mind when I traded up from my cheap<br />
seat. (But you feel like you’re part of the action even<br />
out in left field.)<br />
Next up: the new Yankee Stadium. Opened in<br />
April <strong>2009</strong>, the $1.5 billion stadium in the Bronx is<br />
across the street from the old 1923 ballpark, where<br />
Babe Ruth crushed the first home run. If Oriole Park<br />
is a celebration of baseball, this place is an ode to the<br />
Yankees, with a museum and a soaring Great Hall<br />
adorned with images of Yankees greats.<br />
The team paid homage to their iconic old ballpark<br />
by replicating its rooftop frieze and arched entryway,<br />
but they upped the “wow” factor with luxury seating, a<br />
high-def scoreboard, high-end restaurants and even a<br />
martini bar.<br />
My tour de baseball continued at Wrigley Field,<br />
home of the Chicago Cubs. I arrived at the ballpark in<br />
a lousy mood after a long-distance argument with a<br />
friend, but it only took about 20 seconds for the place<br />
to put a smile on my face. Maybe it was the little boy<br />
sitting next to me at his first-ever ball game, waving<br />
his foam bear claw glove, or maybe it was the smell<br />
of the jalapeños on his nachos (nachos, deep-dish<br />
pizza and Old Style beer seem to be the meal of choice<br />
at Wrigley Field.) Or maybe it was the Midwestern<br />
friendliness. The happiness reached fever pitch when<br />
Derrek Lee hit a home run that put two on the board<br />
for the Cubs in the bottom of the fourth.<br />
It’s easy to be charmed by this ivy-bedecked 1914<br />
tan.) But it was still something I wanted. So<br />
with the melody of “Surfer Girl” in my head,<br />
I boarded a plane bound for Florida. Destination:<br />
Cocoa Beach, the hometown of world<br />
champion surfer Kelly Slater.<br />
My first lesson took place on a cloudless,<br />
unseasonably humid day. Matt, my instructor<br />
from the Cocoa Beach Surf Company, is a<br />
local by way of Oahu who says he was “born on a<br />
surfboard.” After going over a few safety rules (look out<br />
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stadium, the second<br />
oldest in the majors.<br />
The scoreboard, built<br />
in 1937, is original, so<br />
score-by-innings and<br />
pitcher’s numbers are<br />
changed by hand. At<br />
the end of the game,<br />
everybody sings<br />
along to the late Steve<br />
Goodman’s “Go, Cubs,<br />
Go,” and a flag is flown<br />
atop the scoreboard<br />
bearing a “W” or “L” to<br />
let commuters know if<br />
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their beloved team has won or lost.<br />
My next stop was Dodger Stadium in Los Angeles. Confession: I had<br />
visited this park before, with an old boyfriend. Decked out in matching<br />
Dodger Blue tees, we had a swell time—until we broke up, in the stadium<br />
parking lot. (I don’t blame the Dodgers—although my not-so-secret crush on<br />
Mike Piazza didn’t help matters.) I wanted to revisit the scene, and sitting atop<br />
Chavez Ravine, with views of the San Gabriel Mountains, all was forgiven.<br />
Dodger Stadium is an American classic. Get there soon: Owner Frank<br />
McCourt has announced plans to renovate it in time for the park’s 50th<br />
anniversary in 2012. The seats (circa 1970) are a bit saggy, the restrooms<br />
grim and the JumboTron positively ancient—but this stadium is shabby in an<br />
appealing way.<br />
United by their love for the Boys in Blue, Dodger fans are wildly<br />
enthusiastic, tossing beach balls (smuggled in purses) and downing grilled<br />
Dodger Dogs, Gordon Biersch garlic fries and chocolate malts (the best meal<br />
I sampled on my trip). Add those glorious views and legendary announcer<br />
Vin Scully calling the plays, and I was in baseball heaven.<br />
Finally, back home in Boston, I paid my respects to Fenway Park. The<br />
oldest park in the majors (built in 1912), Fenway is always a joy. It’s quirky, intimate<br />
and endearing—a place any true baseball fan should see. Yes, the seats are<br />
cramped, but the fans are the most passionate in the majors and the energy is<br />
fierce. What’s not to like about a place where fans all rise to sing Neil Diamond’s<br />
“Sweet Caroline”? Out-of-towners always ask when we plan to tear down this<br />
antique stadium and build a fancy modern one. The answer: “Nevah!”<br />
for jellyfish and stingrays, among them), he<br />
shows me where to place my hands on the rail<br />
(the side of the board) and how to jump up.<br />
After a few successful attempts on dry land,<br />
we head for the water.<br />
The next 40 minutes go something like<br />
this: lay down on board, wait for wave, get<br />
a push from Matt, attempt to stand, topple off<br />
board, choke on salt water, rinse, repeat. As I look<br />
at my pruned hands and try to shake what feels like a