![]() I aim for the lid of the famous mountain’s bowl-shaped depression and land smoothly on the craggy ground. In the blink of an eye the world around me dissolves and the restaurants of East Fourth Street are replaced by the brilliant purple face of Japan’s Mt. I haven’t seen my hometown in almost a year but even the pull of nostalgia isn’t enough to keep me entertained forever. I grin for a moment thinking how much a seat like this would cost me in the real world before turning away from one of my childhood haunts and flinging myself into the sky and soaring between the familiar grey and brown buildings of Cleveland. ![]() The first is concerning all of the terrible losses that have taken place in this stadium throughout a truly depressing season, and the second is how unbelievable it is to be standing on top of First Energy Field. Looking down on the brilliant orange seats, and crisp green grass below me, two thoughts fight for dominance in my skull. ![]()
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