A Farewell to America's Ballpark Organists

“As the unofficial instrument of baseball, the organ makes perfect sense. There’s a sound of laziness to the organ. It’s almost like the speech pattern of someone just waking from an afternoon nap. That sound, that feeling, is baseball in a nutshell. Forget explosions and thundersticks; baseball is a lazy afternoon and a few beers with the buddies or Cracker Jacks with the family. It’s reclining in the sun with 30,000 of your closest friends. The fact that baseball organists are close to becoming extinct is disheartening to many fans.” But not the ones that still get riled by WHO LET THE DOGS OUT?