In those days night games started at 8 PM, too; by the time you walked in off the street, the lights had the field lit up like a jewel.
And you could smell the hotdogs from six blocks away. The beer was cold and the peanuts warm and salty. ... Yup, the good old days.
That’s true! Watching them on the old black and white RCA Victor was never the same after that. The grass was so green, and now I laugh at the thought of the ALPO sign!