I grew up playing baseball. Whether it was on an organized team or at the lot down the street I pretty much played daily. I was ten and remember walking with my buddy who lived across the street to the mall to see Field of Dreams. Twenty-five years later I made the seven hour round trip from Chicago to Dyersville, Iowa to visit the movie site and watch the ghost player game. I had never been there and didn’t really know what to expect. I had one photo in mind, get them coming out of the corn. Besides that, it was whatever was presented to me. The whole experience didn’t disappoint. Before the ghost player game fathers and sons played catch in the outfield, a constant kids’ pickup game happened on the infield, people explored the corn, and families enjoyed their pilgrimage. There was no don’t do this or don’t go there. There was no admission cost. It was hundreds of people and nothing but happiness. The ghost player game was basically the players pulling fifteen kids from the audience, letting each one bat, and making up new rules as they went along. There’s an announcer and a few players are miked up all telling stories and jokes throughout while interacting with the audience. Look at the smiles on the kids’ faces. It might just be heaven after all. My first child, a son, will be born in a few months and I can’t wait to bring him in a few years. A link to all photos taken can be found at the end of the post.