Meet the Brothers
The Older Brother
Greetings! I grew up on Long Island, minutes from Shea Stadium and my Amazing Mets. I was then moved to Texas, where I lived for 30 years, road-tripping to stadiums from Alabama to the West Coast and up to Kansas. For the past 10 years, I've been in northern Virginia, visiting the stadiums and ballparks in the 13 colonies and the Great White North.
I'd like to thank Mike for making our Ballpark Roadtrips truly fun and memorable journeys as well as all of the folks have joined me along the way, most recently Susan, Michael and Kelly!
My motto is "Wherever you venture on vacation during the summer in North America, you can always catch a game at a ballpark nearby!"
The Younger Brother
Hello again, ballpark collectors. Some of you may remember my former ballpark website, Fields of Dreams. After five decades on the East Coast, harvesting that fertile ballpark ground, I have moved to Colorado and look forward to spending the next 50 years exploring this vast and untamed land. However, no matter what state I call home, I shall always root for my beloved New York Mets.
I am grateful to Gary for being my lifelong friend and cheerful companion on these adventures.
I'd like to give a shout-out to Joel, an honorary Ballpark Brother, who has joined me on many ballpark adventures.
I am especially thankful for my wonderful wife, who inspires me every day and encourages me to follow my passions and to do what makes me happy. A luckier man there has never been.
Gary & Mike
Not Really Brothers
Gary's total ballpark count is...
And now for the big reveal...
Mike and Gary are not brothers. They met in elementary school on Long Island, NY and, despite not living within 200 miles of each other since the 9th grade, have remained the best of friends.
Childhood included a lot of wiffle ball and baseball board games like Longball, Strat-O-Matic and Statis-Pro, and a lot of heartbreak at the hands of the Mets.
Trips between New York and Texas and then Virginia evolved into baseball road trips, especially after we both discovered minor league baseball during the strike of 1994.
Since then we have tried to get to a few new parks every year, either together or on our own, preferably in a part of the country we've never visited. The goal is not, nor has it ever been, to see every ballpark. This isn't a quest. It's just good, clean fun.