I’m not a man. I don’t like baseball. (In fact, I don’t like any “base” sports.) I’m not a farmer, although I did grow up on a bit of a farm.
Then why do I love the move, Field of Dream, so gosh darn freakin’ much? You’ve got me, but this weekend marks the 2nd anniversary since I’ve visited THE Field of Dreams in Dyersville, Iowa. It was as awesome as I could have hoped for…and I’ll wish I could go back when I’m in the neighborhood–Iowa City for Hawkeye Swing Festival. So, if you can’t make it for Hawkeye, then head out to Dyersville, pick up a bat and a ball, imagine some old timey ball players walking out of a field of corn, and think of me.