The Milwaukee sausage race story is too good. Bucs' brat-whacker Randall Simon should sign to do endorsements for Jimmy Dean saying, "I love sausages!"

The site VintageBall is dedicated to the history of baseball as depicted on postcards, in photographs and other ephemera.

If you'd like a working clock in the image of the old Ebbets Field scoreboard, visit Pastimes Scoreboards, "bringing back baseball's past, one scoreboard at a time."

Cincinnati's old Crosley Field is remembered at the site of this Redleg nostalgist, who writes:

"I remember the smells also. Ibold cigars mixed with peanuts and beer. They actually had cigar vendors going up and down the isles. Think about that for a minute. Men who never smoked in day to day life, would light up a big Ibold cigar and puff away. Why? Because they could and because they were at the ballgame! That is what the ballgame is all about; getting away from the routine, kicking back and relaxing, doing what you didn't or couldn't day to day and enjoying yourself. We aren't allowed to do that anymore, not even at the ballgame. We can still drink beer, but not after the seventh inning. Try lighting up a cigar at Cinergy Field while you relax in your seat.

I also remember the players arriving in the dugout by way of the stands. They walked right by you! There they were, right in the stands with you! For a kid, it was wonderful! Now, of course, they appear from the abyss below the stadium to which they return after the game. To a kid, it might appear that that is where they live, or at least they don't come from the same places we do.

Times have changed. The sights, sounds and smells of baseball have changed."