Our Favorite Season Is Baseball There was a time when the game belonged to the afternoon. A wide field. Chalk lines drawn by hand. The low hum of conversation drifting across the grass. Near the edge of the outfield, a Baltimore and Ohio train passes through—just another part of the day. In St. Denis, baseball was never only about the score. It was about gathering. About pausing. About standing shoulder to shoulder and watching something simple unfold. The St. Denis Tigers to
