It was the first Major League Baseball game I'd ever been to, the Red Sox at Fenway Park. As a casual baseball fan, I can't say I remember who they played or even whether or not they won.

What I do remember is the two men seated a few rows in front of us ... and the radio they held between them.

It wasn't that it was annoying or distracting or too loud, it's just that we could hear what they were listening to: the play-by-play of the ball game. A detailed account of what was happening. Things like:

"That's a ground ball up the middle."
"Another fast ball, high spin," and,
"It's a swing and a miss, and that's strike three."

Why, we wondered would they be listening to the play-by-play of the game? They were seated in some of the best seats in the stadium ... grandstand, first baseline, with a clear view of the Green Monster.

It took a few innings for us to figure it out. They were blind.

We never spoke to the men, but still, after the game, we wondered ... why go to the stadium if you can’t see what’s happening?

It was while we pitched left, jerked right, and rocked to the rhythm of the subway on our way home after the game that it made sense to us ... they go to hear:

And maybe eat one. They go to smell the popcorn, to hear the crack of the bat, to listen and join in with the cheers and jeers of the crowd.

To know what it feels like to be part of the action.

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