Last night, I decided to check out one of Big Finish’s Stargate SG-1 audio dramas. I began with the first title, Gift of the Gods, performed by Michael Shank (Daniel Jackson). The audio drama was released on April 1st, 2008, about a year after the tenth and final season of SG-1 aired.
I’m currently watching Stargate SG-1 for the first time. I’m up to season five, so this limits how many of these audio dramas I can listen to. The majority of them take place in later seasons, but Gift of Gods takes place during season three before Fair Game.
I really wasn’t sure what to expect. Most of Stargate’s merchandise seems to have been put out with little regard to quality. The books, for example, are mostly print on demand or digital and primarily seem to be written by fan fiction authors. I don’t mean for this to sound bad, but you can tell not a lot of time, money, and effort has gone into expanding the universe via other forms of media. It’s obviously a franchise with a dwindling fanbase and a parent company who isn’t concerned with creating anything new.
The producer of this audio drama, Big Finish, is known for creating Doctor Who audio dramas with the original casts. They are very experienced with what they do and it shows right off the bat. The audio drama is well crafted, has good music, sound effects, and is properly mixed. Having spent many hours over the years enjoying all sorts of audio dramas, I can say that rarely do they sound this good.
Michael Shanks puts on a stellar performance. He slips right back into this season three role of Daniel Jackson and does some fantastic impressions of his former co-stars. He channels Jack’s sarcasm, General Hammond’s authority, and Sam’s curiosity well. Having spent so much time with his fellow actors, he’s able to nail the timing and delivery and that makes this a fantastic listen.
I also really enjoyed how the story was set up. It was told through flash backs via an audio log of this particular event. It was believable and tied into the show well.
The plot itself is good, although I will say the ending seemed a bit far fetched. It was definitely the type of ending that would not have been made into an actual episode because it was just a little too risky and opened up quite a few plot holes for the future. Still, I enjoyed the heck out of Gift of the Gods thanks to the fantastic performance of Michael Shanks, the convincing sound effects, and the great pacing.
Ten years ago, Goldeneye was released on the Nintendo Wii. This isn’t the beloved Goldeneye that was on the Nintendo 64, but a modernized remake created by Eurocom and published by Activision. Eurocom had previously worked on 007 games like James Bond Jr for the NES, The World is Not Enough on the N64, and Nightfire on PS2, Xbox, and Game Cube amongst others.
Goldeneye didn’t go down as one of the all-time greats like its predecessor but I really loved the game. It was a simple action game that put the player in great James Bond moments. They utilized Daniel Craig’s likeness and grittiness in this reimagining of the Goldeneye story that was unique and was engaging.
The game brought in some people with James Bond credentials like David Arnold who composed all the bond films from Tomorrow Never Dies to Quantum of Solace, Bruce Feirstein co-writer of Goldeneye, Daniel Craig as Bond, Judi Dench as M, and Rory Kinnear as Tanner. Nicole Scherzinger covered Goldeneye and did it justice and the use of Deadmau5’s I Remember in the club segment was fitting.
Being a huge Bond fan, I bought Goldeneye the day it came out on the Wii and played through it several times. It reminded me of simpler shooters from the previous generation, but it had a modern control scheme and great graphics for the Wii. The next year the game would be remastered for the PS3 and Xbox 360, and while it didn’t look quite as good as other current shooters, the gameplay was still fun and I really enjoyed playing it on my PS3 as well.
I sometimes feel like games have gotten too complicated. Red Dead Redemption 2 is a game I point out quite often as proof of this. The control scheme is just atrocious. But when you take a step back to the previous generation, you really don’t seem to have these problems (GTA V, Max Payne 3) and Goldeneye fits in this category as well. It’s a simple shooter that you can pick up and enjoy. I wish we had more games like that in 2020.
A couple of years ago, I purchased 007 Legends and yesterday I popped this in my Xbox 360 to give it a go. I actually played the game briefly when it came out but all I remember is quitting after running into some bad bugs and being disappointed that the game didn’t work as well as Goldeneye. It was a shame because it ran on the same engine and just put the player in all sorts of James Bond movies which sounds like a dream come true. I’m interested in actually beating 007 Legends and I think I’ll get through it this time, but while playing it I couldn’t help but think about Goldeneye and how much I loved it.
This is blasphemy but Goldeneye on 64 wasn’t my favorite Bond game. I actually preferred The World is Not Enough, and I also prefer the Wii remake as well. I just didn’t do a lot of four player split screen so I didn’t have all those fun memories so many guys my age tend to have when it comes to Goldeneye. Instead, my favorite memories of Goldeneye tend to be on the Wii such as the first time I walked into the club and saw the game designer’s brilliant use of lighting to make an awesome looking scene on the underpowered Wii. I also think about how much I had with the online mode, which never got the love and respect it deserved.
I’m not sure when or if we’ll ever get another Bond video game. Those middle range property video games seem to have died out with the last generation which saddens me. I loved almost every James Bond game I played and have nothing but good things to say about all of them. I still own Bloodstone and 007 Legends and plan to pick up Goldeneye Remastered soon.
I grew up wanting to be James Bond (hell, who am I kidding, I still want to be James Bond) and portraying him in a video game is the closest I’ll ever come. In my opinion, the Goldeneye remake was my favorite way to portray him and I’m so thankful Eurocom made such an enjoyable game.
Recently, I’ve been doing a little internet archeology by checking out some old websites from the 90’s and early 2000’s. I like to see what people thought and wrote about before the internet was so obsessed with itself and usually it’s pretty entertaining.
Between the .gifs and gaudy wallpapers, one design feature I noticed is that the writing on these websites seemed to be written as a permanent record. Every page was carefully planned, written out, and appropriately linked. Each page served a purpose (to pass along a specific set of information) and when put altogether the sum of those parts created this interlocking website.
Blogs didn’t exist yet, and not too many websites featured journals. A lot of the sites were fan sites that discussed a specific interest such a movie, book series, television show, or hobby. The sites were designed to teach the readers something, share graphics, and at times connect fans through Web Rings and Guestbooks. Everything was designed intentionally.
Now… I feel like few sites have this type of design. Instead, we opt to allow Wiki’s to serve as a database of knowledge and instead we just write. Those entries get shuffled down the page as the weeks pass and eventually our posts are forgotten. You don’t see links to them from the home page and unless you click “More Posts”, “Other Posts”, or go digging, they aren’t easily accessible. I guess, for something that is designed to serve as simply a journal this is fine, but I wonder what have we lost by not actually having pages. As much as I love my minimalistic look here on Write.As, I do feel a bit handcuffed by design options.
I guess, when I reflect on my own experiences with blogging, I feel as if my writing is more temporary now. I write a post, some people might read it, get gets shuffled and forgotten. Sure, I can break things down by Categories and maybe a new reader will be willing to wade through the old posts for little nuggets of gold, but for the most part my writing seems to serve its purpose for the day its published and then no more.
If I wanted to write something more concrete and permanent, a traditional website might be a better platform. However, those seem to be few and far between these days.
Have we lost something by not writing pages and instead focusing on just simple posts? Or are the way we blog simply the evolution of how webmastering changed? And was it for the better?
Fifteen years ago, I remember sitting in a movie theater with my buddy Alex waiting for Batman Begins to start when a trailer popped up for a cool looking sci-fi movie titled Serenity. He flipped out when he saw it and went even crazier once the screen said, “From the Creator of Buffy the Vampire Slayer.” I sat there, unamused, wondering why he was so excited. Between trailers, he tried to explain that Serenity was based on a cancelled TV show but he lost me at Buffy the Vampire Slayer.
Shortly there after, Alex convinced me to watch Buffy and I loved it. The movie had soured me years earlier, and I hate that I didn’t give the show a proper watch while it was still on the air. But it didn’t take me long, running around town to all the CD Warehouses, to buy seasons of the DVD and power my way through all seven seasons. Once, I reached the end, I was going to start Angel and that’s when Alex reminded me about Firefly, another show by Joss Whedon that had a sequel movie coming out soon. So,
I used whatever form of piracy was popular online at the time, and I sat on my bedroom floor watching every single episode in a row. It was the first time I ever binged a complete season and one of only a handful of times I’ve ever done that. I loved every moment of that show and as much as I loved Buffy, Firefly was superior in my eyes.
Firefly had the same great writing that Buffy did but it was more sci-fi balanced with a large dosage of western. Being both a huge sci-fi and western fan the show just played to my interests.
The cast was amazing, the action pieces great, the humor was hilarious, and the ship… the ship was perfection.
I watched the whole series again over the next week before starting Angel and I anxiously awaited the release of Serenity. I bought tickets for the first showing, a 11 AM matinee and I took my girlfriend at the time and a friend of mine from high school. I hyped them up the entire way to theater about the second coming of Star Wars and how amazing this experience was going to be. I wore my “Joss Whedon is My Master Now” shirt and I squealed like a school girl when I saw they had mini-posters on the table out front.
We walked into an empty theater and my stomach churned. By the time the trailers had started two other people had taken a seat and I knew this wasn’t good. Serenity had cost $39 million to make and it only brought in $10 million the opening weekend. After the entire theatrical run was over and the international market was included, Serenity had brought in just enough money to cover it’s budget. Between DVD sales I’m sure it made it’s money back or at least it got close, but this wasn’t the breakaway sci-fi hit I was expecting.
Firefly fandom was in full force with the release of Serenity. The movie was greenlit because of the demand of the rabid fans and people constantly compared the fan uprising to that of Star Trek’s. I think we all thought our favorite crew would live on in a motion picture universe the same way The Original Series cast did in the 70’s and 80’s. Unfortunately, with no major stars attached and without the benefit of fifteen years of syndication, there just wasn’t enough support to pull it off.
Afterwards, I joined forums and attended “Can’t Stop the Signal” screenings. We all discussed how Firefly would come back eventually, and I think deep down we all believed it would. Eventually a lackluster comic series was produced, and a mobile game was announced. Sadly, despite the cast recording lines for the mobile game, it never saw the light of day.
When Netflix picked up Arrested Development back in 2012 it was a huge deal. Everyone expected Firefly to be next, or at least us Browncoats did, but then Netflix’s chief content officer had this to say:
“Let me give you one broad statement about these recovery shows. In almost every case the cult around the show gets more intense and smaller as time goes by. Arrested Development was the rarest of birds in that the audience of the show grew larger than the original broadcast audience because people came to discover it years after it was cancelled. The Firefly fan is still the Firefly fan from when it was on TV and there’s fewer of them and they’re more passionate every year. Whereas with Arrested Development we’re going to be serving a multiple of the original audience. Any of the other shows we could bring back would be a fraction of the original audience.”
I think that’s when my hope finally died. As much as I hated him for saying it, I knew it was true. I watched the fandom and fever die down since the release of Serenity.Firefly was a show that grew thanks to word of mouth, but everyone had already discovered it that was going to discover it and it had been so long they just moved onto their next obsession.
Since then the licensing of Firefly has increased with toys, Pop figures, models, and t-shirts having been released. A newer (and better) comic book series was released, but short lived. In the past year, several tie-in novels have been released, but according to the reviews I’ve read, they really lack the passion and excitement for the source material. I think the most interesting (and best reviewed) book has been a cook book inspired by the dishes seen in Firefly.
I’m even debating about purchasing it and cooking my way through it.
The Firefly fan sites and forums are a ghost town now. Memes still pop up time-to-time and Firefly is always talked about when it comes to great science fiction shows, but I can’t help but to think that it’s gone forever. We got what we got, and we need to appreciate it for what it is.
I recently started my re-watch of Firefly. It was once a yearly tradition, but it’s been four or five years since I last watched the entire series. It’s almost shocking how young the cast looks and how the CGI hasn’t aged all that well. The series wasn’t shot in HD and while it doesn’t look terrible, you can definitely tell it’s a pre-Battlestar Galactica show.
The interior ship design is still brilliant and once you get past the first thirty minutes, the cast begins to connect and you can still see the glimpses of what wonderfulness is to come.
I think what makes Firefly special is that when you watch it you want to be part of the crew. A crew that is always struggling, dabbles on the side of law breaking, and seems to run on borrowed time. Despite all of this, you feel like it would be totally worth it to live in cramped quarters on a ship that is constantly falling apart and being commanded by a very broken man. There is something about the family that is created on that show that seems to fill a void that many of us are missing in our lives.
I used to save everything I wrote. In fact, I have a Word document with around 70% of what I blogged between 2005-2014 which is 803 pages and over 275,000 words.
Once I put all of those blogs/journals into one large document, I got pretty lazy about archiving my written word. I opened and closed various blogs and journals and not much of it has survived the past five years.
Recently, a friend of mine is undergoing the process of turning some of his best blog posts into a book. It reminded me of a book project I had back in 2015. I was attempting to compile a series of articles I wrote about working at a video store that I never completed. I had gotten busy and just uploaded my work to the Cloud where its remained ever since.
I decided to pull the zip file off my OneDrive and take a look at what was inside. Not only was there my partially put together book, but several documents of finished and unfinished scripts, short stories, fan fiction, and blogs.
I decided to read through some of the blogs and journals. What I found was very much a mixed bag. I decided that it would make things a lot easier if I compiled them into a single document.
So, I spent some time pulling anything I could off post-2014 and putting it into individual .txt documents. I figured it would be a good way to preserve some of that writing and it gave me sometime to see where my mind was specifically in 2015. Wow was I ever in a different place.
I noticed my writing was less focus. Topics were even more diverse and I had no problem showing my full range of emotions online. Some topics were controversial while most were just me talking about entertainment I liked and was looking forward to.
I’d say 85% of what I found was pretty useless. However, that 15% that remained was good. I had a series of blog categories entitled Life and Stuff which chronicled the ins and outs of my life on a weekly basis for about six months. These provided a nice snapshot of what was going on in a very turbulent time in my life. I had lost my job and was scrambling. I also had begun college for the second time, and I chronicled my experience on a semi-weekly basis. It was also interesting to look back on.
Looking over my old blogs it got me thinking about how much my writing has changed and grown over the years. I gotta say, I am proud of myself for improving as much as I have.
I also thought about the quality of stuff I post. Is what I write today stuff I’ll want to read in five years? I’d like to say, mostly yes. I spend more time writing about things that interest me and the way they make me feel and less about announcements and reactions to news.
That’s not to say that fluff doesn’t serve any purpose. One post I ran across was simply a quote I liked from a Men’s Health interview with author Chuck Palahniuk. I must have liked it, but I had forgotten about it until I read it. It came in handy today and I hope this little tidbit of advice can serve me well in the future.
MH: Any words of wisdom for us? Anything that might make a contemporary man’s life a little less horrible?
Chuck Palahniuk: A friend of mine, Suzy—she’s in my writer’s workshop—said to me many years ago that she’s always conceived of herself as three people. There’s Suzy of three days ago. There’s Suzy of now. And there’s Suzy of three days from now.
So whenever she finds herself in crisis, she can choose to be the Suzy of three days ago before this crisis was even a possibility, or she can be the Suzy of three days from now when the current crisis is really mitigated.
It gives her perspective. She’s not just reacting to something that occurs in one point in time. She can be in movement with whatever’s going on. I don’t know. Is that useful?
On Monday, June begins and we are officially half way into 2020. What a strange and interesting year it has been so far.
I spent some time thinking about January, which seems like it was so long ago. I was working out the details of two trips to Tennessee in May, a trip to California in October, and possibly one or two more in between. I was trying to find the perfect date to attend another AEW show using our air line miles and I was following a few comic cons, concerts, and other fun outings to possibly do over the next few months. Plus there was some wedding planning going on.
Some family drama was spilling over from last year on my fiancée’s side, and my family was beginning some of their own. My work wasn’t going great and I was actively looking and planning an exit for spring/early summer.
Also, I was eagerly waiting for the new Bond film to come out in April.
I guess, like everyone else in the world, I had things I planned on doing that didn’t get done. Some disappointments were big, others were small, and in some ways things weren’t so bad. Staying at home more meant we saved more money, and thanks to the stimulus checks I was able to get out of debt quicker than expected.
As much as I was disappointed and annoyed with my job, I feel lucky that might job held out through the pandemic and I didn’t lose hours or forced to take a pay cut.
I’ve been writing since early January, almost on a daily basis. Its been my favorite year blogging yet and the move to Write.as was a blessing. I now have found a community that I enjoy participating in and its nice to find likeminded folks who appreciate a good personal blog.
I’m not exactly what to expect in the next six months, so I suppose I’m just not expecting anything. I’m trying to take things day-by-day and be as happy as I can possibly be. I anticipate more family drama, more work conflict, and more pandemic stress, but honestly, I can’t worry about that right now. I just need to breathe.
-I’ve stayed employed and paid off my debt.
-I’ve hit a grove with my blogging that I’m happy with.
-The relationship with my family has deteriorated.
My parents weren’t around much when I was a kid. Divorce, alcoholism, and running around kept them from being present in my life a good portion of those formative years. I’ve been known to say (and they’ll agree) television and books raised me. I learned right and wrong from the entertainment I consumed and not my actual parents. Which probably wasn’t the best but it seemingly worked out for me.
Luckily, I grew up in the 80’s and 90’s, and television was a bit more balanced at the time. A good portion of entertainment produced during this time frame came with morals and simplified messages of right and wrong embedded and I picked up on that. I took inspiration from superheroes like Superman, Batman, and Spiderman to guide me on what was morally correct and how to handle myself. I was taught messages of peace, self-sacrifice, doing what is right no matter who notices, and to intentionally be a good person.
These, along with The Golden Rule, are messages we try to embed in all children. Sadly, these messages meet a lot of resistance once we grow older.
The black and white world I thought existed, does not in fact exist. And judging from what I’ve learned, I don’t think it ever truly existed. All that really exists are various shades of gray and that can hurt someone like me, who grew up only knowing the black and white.
I knew the things my parents did was black. I knew the things that Superman did were white. I knew that I didn’t want to be like my parents, but I did want to be like Superman, so I modified my behavior accordingly. I grew up a bit of a prude, because I didn’t drink, smoke, or party. I concerned myself with principles and ethics at a young age, which is sad. I robbed myself of years that I should have been naïve, but instead I was studying the truth about life and how to navigate it.
Recently, I’ve had some flareups with my mental health. I try not to spend a lot of time talking about it, because everyone seems to have a mental health problem and no one will shut up about it anymore. It was once taboo and shameful and now people flash it around like a badge of honor. I’m not saying either way’s correct, but my mental health is my issue and something I have to deal with, its not something to flaunt for internet sympathy.
Over the past couple of weeks, I’ve been trying to figure out what is causing this my drop in my mood. No doubt, the state of the world is playing a huge part. I’m upset about the ravaging effects of the coronavirus and my concern for my job and my fiancées job in the upcoming months. I’m upset about the way people are treating other people and the seething hate that seems to boiling up everywhere. I’m angry with my job for taking advantage of me and treating me poorly for several months. I was hoping to change jobs this spring but obviously that didn’t work out with the massive layoffs happening.
I’m mad at the media, the politicians, and the rude people at the grocery store. I’m mad at my family for self-destructing over the past six months, after finally offering me a little bit of peace and stability over the past couple of years.
I’m angry, disappointed, and frustrated at the world around me. I’ve been struggling to find a little hope in these bleak times and I realize my ideal world is crashing with the real world and that is what is causing me such suffering. The world does not look like the world that the entertainment that raised me told me it was, and now I’m suffering because I’m struggling to accept that.
The solution is easy. I must reframe my expectations. I remember reading a long time ago the simple solution for happiness:
Reality – Expectations = Happiness
While I think its difficult to encompass everything that goes into being happy or content, I do think that formula is a good place to start. Buddhism teaches you something similar in that the world is full of suffering because we are attached to the ideas and expectations we have of it.
Life would be so much easier if everything was black and white, but its not. I guess, I’ll just continue to learn how to adapt in these shades of grey.
Back in the 90’s, finding websites wasn’t all that easy. Most of the time you utilized link pages or webrings to find other sites of similar interest. There wasn’t much to internet marketing and I loved the whole word of mouth approach to recommending websites.
Recently, I’ve been enjoying my time on the internet more after finding some likeminded users who have great blogrolls and lists of links that have guided me to some of my new favorite sites. I also spent some time digging through the directory of Neocities looking for more “personal sites” that create the type of content I like to consume online.
One of the sites I ran across on Neocities is called Jack Spratt’s Vietnam Experience. At first look, I thought it was an old website that someone had just re-uploaded on Neocities, but it turns out this is a website that is still active and updated.
Jack Spratt’s Vietnam Experience is a list of stories about author Jack Spratt’s time in Vietnam. These aren’t the gruesome war stories one might expect, but more or less a series of memories of lighter moments and just mundane daily experienced while in Vietnam.
Mr. Spratt has a photo gallery on his site that shows you what life was like on a swiftboat and he also sprinkles in photos on occasion throughout his stories. The stories are told in a casual remembrance type of way and it’s exactly the way I love to read personal recollections.
I spent this morning reading through all of the stories and I really enjoyed myself. Jack Spratt’s Vietnam Experience is an excellent look into the life of a sailor during the Vietnam War and I look forward to any new stories he may add.
I wouldn’t consider myself addicted to my smart phone, but I definitely use it more than I’d like. One of the main contributors to my usage is my job, which can have a lot of downtime and so I like to find internet rabbit holes to explore or I mindlessly browse reddit. I realize that neither of these are very productive ways to spend my time, nor are they ways I would like to spend my time. I feel like the amount of negativity I pick up from the internet far outweighs the benefits (or distraction) that it offers and that bothers me.
On my days off, I tend not to spend all that much time on my phone. Many days I leave it in the bedroom until I go out or need it and its very rarely ever off of silent. I don’t have many notifications enacted so I don’t usually find a phone full of alerts but I still habitually check the various apps and websites looking for new updates on my own terms. I still waste just as much time as I would if I had notifications, I’m just less annoyed by being alerted to updates.
While my relationship with my phone isn’t a major concern for me, I still see room for improvement. I recently read a comment that discussed how the age of anxiety seems to co-exist with the age of technology and the author stated he thought this was because we now feel so much extra stress in our lives.
…to summarize my ideas on the topic, I believe that through social media, electronics, and a growing need to be accepted, young adults are constantly being exposed to the harsh opinions, realities, and ideas that come when a world is shrunk down to fit inside a cellular phone. Not only is our personal life stressful, but now we take on the stress of others and the world around us.
I had hoped to discuss this with the author more, but he seems to have posted a one-time anonymous post on Medium several years ago.
After reading that comment, I felt like his assessment was true. It was a great explanation for why there seems to be so much additional stress in the world and I think some of it comes across casually. It’s kinda like watching commercials. We may zone out and miss the majority of them, but some of that stuff resonates or finds it way into the cracks of your consciousness. I feel like seeing all the negativity online does the same, it just finds its way into your brain.
My mental health has taken a major dip the past week or so, and I’ve fallen back on old coping mechanisms to help me combat it. I have to be a bit more conscious of the entertainment I consume and what information passes through my head, and so I’m making a decision this weekend to turn off my phone. Well… I’m going to turn it to airplane mode that way if I want to read I can still read, but otherwise it’s going to be off.
I need to redefine my relationship with the internet and hopefully I can take some of that free time I’ll have this weekend to figure out exactly how I’d like to proceed.
The first sport I ever loved was baseball. It was the early 90’s, and being from the South, I was drawn to root for the Atlanta Braves. Luckily for me, they had a pretty damn good team at the time.
My story was your cliched story. I loved baseball so I collected cards, watched games on TV, played t-ball, watched every movie I could get my hands on and every book I could read. I was obsessed with baseball and sometimes I wonder how my life would have turned out had that passion remained.
But when I was ten year old, the players decided to strike, baseball stopped, and I got my first real taste of how greed rules the world. My love of baseball never recovered and this probably laid the foundation for my feelings towards moneys, athletes, celebrities, and corporations that remain today. I didn’t realize that until I started typing this, but damn, that probably was the root of all my mistrust and irritation with rich people.
I don’t think I’ve watched a full major league game since the World Series of 1993. It blows my mind to think it’s been over twenty-six years.
Anyway, despite my frustration with Major League Baseball, I’ve always admired the sport. I love baseball movies and enjoy reading baseball books. I’m also a fan of attending minor league baseball games. There is just something about the sounds, cheap food, and architecture that makes me feel good. Maybe it’s a conditioned response from all the “America’s pastime” propaganda and feel good movies, but I just enjoy the atmosphere for what its worth.
Living in the South means that I have a limited window to see minor league games without being sunburned or suffocating in the heat. Usually its the first two months of the season and if I don’t make a game by then I’m done. Sadly, I haven’t attended a game since July 4th, 2018 and I kind of miss it. It’s not something I do regularly, but it just seems like something nice to do in 2020, of course, when I can’t.
I had a goal to visit all of the ballparks in North Carolina in one season, but I’ve since given up on that dream. Instead, I think I’ll just enjoy the games as I can and maybe check out a couple of the stadiums that I’ve been wanting to such as Winston-Salem and Fayetteville, should those teams survive the pandemic.
This post was inspired by looking through my old pictures and seeing several shots from various games I’ve attended. I’ve sprinkled them in throughout this post as a reminder of those fun days at the ballpark.