Baseball Bites

From Chef Paddy’s Kitchen

The first time you walk into Fenway, it doesn’t feel real.
The green. The history. The echoes of every hero you ever pretended to be.

I lived for it.
The heartbreaks. The miracles.
Listening to Clemens strike out 20 Mariners on my Walkman, staring at the ceiling like I was there.
Watching Yaz limp to the plate for one last swing.
Years later, standing across from his father on a golf course — still chasing the spirit of the game.

Baseball isn’t just a sport to me.
It’s every ground ball I ever took.
Every sprint. Every bunt. Every run.
Every late night wondering how to get better.
Being part of something bigger than yourself.

Jackie gets it too — heart wide open for her Cubs.
It’s a love we share — stitched into every inning.

Baseball Bites is a tribute to all of it.
The wins. The losses. The food you never forget.

The ballpark comes home now — one plate, one story, one bite at a time.

Built with heart. Played with hustle. Always.