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On entry to the park, Scooch, one of the mascots for the team, gave out big hugs to all the visitors. The ballpark smelled of nachos, hamburgers, and melted cheese, like any self respecting ball park should. At our seats along the first base side, cheering Red Sox fans, young and old, watched Josh Beckett warm up, some calling out for a ball to be tossed their way.
Erkan and I enjoy the moments on top of Turkey's Mt. Nemrut.
Sitting in comfortable plastic seats (I forget most ball parks haven't lovingly
held on to their tiny, iron seats like Fenway), I chatted with the Sox fans to my left, right, and front. A few friendly Chief's fans sat just behind me.On entry to the park, Scooch, one of the mascots for the team, gave out big hugs to all the visitors. The ballpark smelled of nachos, hamburgers, and melted cheese, like any self respecting ball park should. At our seats along the first base side, cheering Red Sox fans, young and old, watched Josh Beckett warm up, some calling out for a ball to be tossed their way.
Sitting in comfortable plastic seats (I forget most ball parks haven't lovingly held on to their tiny, iron seats like Fenway), I chatted with the Sox fans to my left, right, and front. A few friendly Chief's fans sat just behind me.
Erkan and I enjoy the moments on top of Turkey's Mt. Nemrut.
Sitting in comfortable plastic seats (I forget most ball parks haven't lovingly
held on to their tiny, iron seats like Fenway), I chatted with the Sox fans to my left, right, and front. A few friendly Chief's fans sat just behind me.On entry to the park, Scooch, one of the mascots for the team, gave out big hugs to all the visitors. The ballpark smelled of nachos, hamburgers, and melted cheese, like any self respecting ball park should. At our seats along the first base side, cheering Red Sox fans, young and old, watched Josh Beckett warm up, some calling out for a ball to be tossed their way.
Sitting in comfortable plastic seats (I forget most ball parks haven't lovingly held on to their tiny, iron seats like Fenway), I chatted with the Sox fans to my left, right, and front. A few friendly Chief's fans sat just behind me.
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