the baseball field in the cornfield, final installment.

terrance mann: people will come, ray...and they'll walk out to the bleachers, sit in shirtsleeves on a perfect afternoon. they'll find they have reserved seats somewhere along one of the baselines, where they sat when they were children and cheered their heroes. and they'll watch the game, and it'll be as if they dipped themselves in magic waters. the memories will be so thick they'll have to brush them away from their faces.

people will come, ray. the one constant through all the years, ray, has been baseball. america has rolled by like an army of steamrollers. it has been erased like a blackboard, rebuilt, and erased again. but baseball has marked the time. this field, this game: it's a part of our past, ray. it reminds of us of all that once was good, and it could be again. oh...people will come ray. people will most definitely come.





go sox.