This entry is the latest post from guest contributor Mike Murphy.
Upon entering the beautiful confines of Citizens Bank Park one can expect some delightful stimulation of the senses. A whiff of crab fries and cheesesteaks sparks your hunger. Then you take a look around at the people, a sea of red and white filing into their seats, along with the sight of grass so green you think you are at Augusta National.
But then you listen. You hear a booming voice. One that you are so used to at this point you might not give it too much thought.