When I think of pop culture, the notion of baseball comes to mind, and a feeling of nostalgia and tradition goes through my head. Many of my feelings originate from my childhood and now from my role as a parent. I remember the days, which usually took place on a Sunday afternoon. My family and I arrived at the Dodger baseball stadium to watch the game. As we drove to the stadium, my Mom would be giving directions and telling my Dad how to drive. Dad always replied, "Yes, Rose! We're almost there," and would change the subject. Linda and Nancy, my two older sisters, and I giggled and sang "Take me Out To The Ball Game" in the back seat, so excited about the day.
             Once we arrived and were out of the car, we walked and ran up the concrete hills all the way to the stadium entrance. Everyone shouted as we neared the entrance door, "who has the tickets"? It was kind of tradition, a joke that we all said it at once. We entered through a dark tunnel to the stadium floor and the smell of popcorn and hotdogs filled the air. The first thing that would catch our eyes on the way to our seats was the greenest grass you have ever seen. My two sisters and I would all comment about how the green grass looked unreal. We asked Dad how they get the grass so green and wondered why our lawn was never as green. Dad would look at my Mom with his comical smile and she would smile back at him as he told us they used special chemicals, which we couldn't afford. My father hated yard work. He would do anything to get out of it. It took him many years before he finally hired a gardener. Of course, we then had green grass just like the ball field!
             After taking our seats there would be men walking up and down selling various treats. They had popcorn, soda, beer, ice cream, candy and many other tempting items to make you hungry. As the game was about to start, the fans would go crazy with excitement. Then the traditional song of the...