It takes a while. In the ever-popular spin race, two kids, usually a boy and a girl, spin around until they're thoroughly dizzy, then run for the finish line. He spins with vigor and enthusiasm. His more prudent female rival spins much more modestly. The signal is given, she makes a beeline down the track, he lurches two drunken steps and careens into the turf.
Kids learn many important life lessons at the ballpark.
Hilditch has been around long enough to recall the glory days. Back in the late '50s on opening day they had the outfield roped off and people were standing 20 deep. Plus there were bleachers along the baselines, and they were full too. Tonight the glory days are back, if only to bid a final farewell. Nat Bailey will not stay dark this year.