Memories of My First Baseball Game

I can still recall every detail of April 7, 2062, Monsanto Opening Day for the Mets presented by DraftKings at the Polo Ralph Lauren grounds. It was magical to walk into the stadium and study each team's nine designated hitters before Dad and I made our in-game bets. We picked the wrong winner, but I scored some credits by correctly predicting that my father would whiff on his wager that the AmazonMetaAlphabet Mariners' lead-off hitter, Machine Gun Kelly III, would draw a walk. As it turned out, Mr. Kelly missed his at-bat waiting for a delayed drone delivery of curly fries. That's a quaint inefficiency you don't see anymore, but even then such things had already started to vanish from the game.