Earlier this summer, I voiced a scripted line in a radio ad for a charity softball game at Dream Team Park that the Seattle Seahawks' Malcolm Smith was part of. Looked up the address and I knew the street, but where was Dream Team Park? I couldn't summon the location or get a mental picture of what the place looked like.
I finished my Census work early one evening and decided to catch a couple of innings of whomever was playing at the field (not far from where I was working) where I used to watch my stepdaughter Natalie play fast pitch softball twenty years ago.
It was fun to be there. High school aged kids were playing hardball and one team had a left-handed catcher; hadn't seen that since Little League, when my friend Denny Wnuk played for one of the better teams in the league. Rather than a dirt pitcher's mound, the field now uses two large pieces of artificial turf on the small hill, laid over each other like a plus sign, so that was different.
Different kinds of signs in 2014 as compared to 1994, too. One said: "No Sunflower Seeds"; another, "No smoking--smoking allowed in cars only." And then, just as I was about to leave, I glanced at the highest-placed sign there. It read: "Dream Team Park."