Flavio Morales remembers his first outing to Dodger Stadium like he was Neil Armstrong landing on the moon—his heart pounding in his chest, the glove warped around his hand, gravity slightly dissipating as he finally set foot on this place he had only ever seen on T.V.
“It was the Dodgers vs. Phillies. A Sunday day game. Jerry Reuss vs. Steve Carlton.
They lost 1–0. But it was an amazing experience with our dad,” he tells me.
He also remembers how his mom got the tickets—carefully cutting the barcodes off boxes of Grandma’s Cookies.