I Was Down On Dalton street the other day. A long list of memories came back to me. The Saturday afternoons that I spent with my Dad at Crosley Field and my friends. The smells I never forgotten. The smell of stale beer under the stadium. In the stands you could smell fresh roasted peanuts, I bold cigars, and steamed hotdogs. Lemonade at 25 cents, Hot dog 50 cents, and a bag of peanuts from the peanut man in front of the enterance of Crosly Field. You could sit in the bleachers for .25 cents. The Wideman brewery was right behind the field. I could go on and on about this place I hold dear. It was baseball in its purest form. Do you have memories of this special place??????????
Posted on: Sat, 05 Jul 2014 22:58:21 +0000
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