The crack of the bat, the roar of the crowd, the expanse of summer green turf - all the cliches of the lovable sport of baseball. Nothing like that sultry summer breeze after the sudden squall when the players run onto the field and the age range of spectators gazes and cheers. The klieg lights fill up the sky and compete with the cotton candy clouds for attention. Who won? Doesn't matter, at least to me. Mets vs. Braves. I'm a Red Sox fan from way back, a Boston Bean.