What is The Quest

The quest is a pilgrimage, taken by one man, in one car, in one summer, to every Major League Baseball stadium in America. It is a journey pestered by 30 destinations, in which I will seek to find the answers to the questions I don’t quite know yet. In this quest the reflections of the towns traversed and teams experience will be tallied here. The stadiums will be experienced; not judged, nor ranked, for the experience of baseball and of life. Like the game, it is so much more that just the game, and as such, these experiences will evolve from the tailgaters to the hot dogs, to the turf, to the bottom of a bottle of Bud Light. Or Coors Light. Maybe Miller Light. And Nachos, with extra jalepenos. Peanuts, cracker jack, Harry Carey, take me out to the ball game thirty times over, stretching thirty times more in a year than I ever have before, asking Blue which game he is watching, waiting as if I am expecting him to reply, scoring a game, talking through a game, arriving parking leaving with traffic traffic traffic, Canada, Boston, New York, Miami, LA, the accents, the fans, the boos the cheers, the cracks and the breezes of a ball well thrown. Sharing the expectations of every at bat with every fan, the wins and losses, the wait til next years and this is our years. Root root root for the home team, if they dont’ win, we still got to see feel and live the game. See Feel and Live Life. The quest is all these things and more. It is never to be spoken above a whisper, yet it will be typed from the mountaintops as a light on a hill, here for the entire world to hope, nearly as much as I am hoping, for the answers to the questions I haven’t figured out yet. And maybe enjoy some Ice Cold Beer and baseball along the way.

Play Ball,

Colin