Often people ask me why I love baseball so much. The simple yet sometimes confusing answer is I don’t know.
Often people ask me why I love baseball so much.
The simple yet sometimes confusing answer is I don’t know.
It’s the same reason we love our girlfriends, wives, boyfriends and husbands.
There’s just so much there to admire, so much there to adore, so much about it, there’s really no definitive answer.
I love the individuality, I love the choreography, the atmosphere, the suspense, the thrills, everything.
There’s no better sound than a ball hitting a catcher’s mitt after a pitch or a players glove following a fly or hard grounder. The thwack of a ball off a bat is music to my ears. The sound of the players body sliding on the dirt after a stolen base or play at the plate is so amazing it’s indescribable.
Nothing beats the thrill of becoming a kid again every time you go to any of the 30 major league ballparks or the countless minor league, independent league, college facilities or city parks around the country.
It’s the game, it’s the fun, it’s the history that seduces you and makes you fall in love not only forever, but every time you play, attend a game, watch on TV or listen closely to a radio. I could tell you I love this more than that when it comes to baseball, but there will always be something else there to make the game even more exciting.
This is the game we share with our families, our friends and pure strangers. There’s nothing else like it.
Next to GOD there’s only one other word in the world that should be written in all caps every time it’s written: BASEBALL.
Dominic Genetti writes for the Hannibal (Mo.) Courier-Post.