Not much has changed about going to the ballpark since the Reds became Americas first professional baseball team 150 years ago. The soft rustling of hands inside Cracker Jack bags. The smell of the first condiment-soaked ballpark-dog of the year. The cold, relaxing sips of that overpriced beer. The unmistakable crack of a wooden bat making solid contact with a speeding white ball. Opening Day for the our beloved Reds has concluded, but here are all the sights from in and around Great American Ballpark in case you missed it.
Photos by Craig Weiglein