What makes us love this game?

[VTSoxFan]

[updated:LAST EDITED ON Dec-31-01 AT 11:25 AM (EST)]I was reading a bunch of past posts and noticed that we all do an awful lot of griping about what's wrong with baseball (and we do have a lot to gripe about), but there isn't a lot said about what makes us love baseball. What is there about this game that stirs the heart?

My earliest memories are about baseball. I think I vaguely remember seeing my older sisters hanging a banner off the house celebrating the Amazin' Mets' win in '69, and I clearly remember sitting on someone's lap as they shelled peas, and everyone was watching a game on TV. My entire life has been infused with The Game.

I love it when Spring Training starts. It's the middle of winter and here in New England we are covered in snow. There are months to go before there's even a hint of green in the trees. Days are still depressingly short, and it seems that spring will never come. Then, the ballplayers gather, and suddenly you realize that in six weeks, it's Opening Day! It'll be April soon! From the start of Spring Training, it's just possible to see the end of winter.

I love the suspense in every pitch, which builds as each game progresses, and as the season advances. I love the sound of the crowd, their collective mood reflecting the action on the field. I love the sound of the bat hitting the ball, the sound of the ball hitting the mitt... the fraction of a second of breathless silence before the umpire calls the pitch a ball or strike, and the crowd's reaction to his ruling.

I think of when they introduced the All-Century Team at the '99 All-Star Game, and when Ted Williams came out to throw the 1st pitch, and all the big-name ballplayers of the day crowded around him, grinning and excited like little kids. That was beautiful! And the day McGwire broke the home run record, and Cal Ripken's record consecutive game... and the little things, like a player handing a bat to a kid in the stands, and a tip of the cap to acknowledge the cheers for a home run or great pitching performance... There are a thousand other things, too many to list in one place.

There's a lot I don't like -- the politics and avarice, one-upsmanship, grandstanding, the whole aspect of the sport as a business. It's a necessary evil. Sometimes I get so disgusted with this side of it that I think I won't want to watch anymore. But there's so much more that brings me back to The Game, every year. I love baseball; I always have. What is it that makes you other folks baseball fans?

[Ytown_Tribe_fan]

What a great post, VT! :-)

My dad and I went to Cooperstown (along with half of Kansas City) to see George Brett inducted, along with Nolan Ryan, Robin Yount and Orlando Cepeda. This was the same summer as that great All-Star game in 1999, and there were so many Hall of Famers on the podium: Ted Williams, Willie Mays, Hank Aaron, Stan Musial, Bob Feller ... what an assembly!

It was a hot day but the huge crowd didn't deem to notice. What struck us was the nice crowd from Milwaukee. We got to talking with some of the True Blue Brew Crew and it as obvious that they felt the same way about Yount as the KC fans did about Brett, if not more so.

One of the younger guys was asking my dad about Bob Feller, who my dad listened to (and occasionally saw) as a rookie -- was he as fast as everyone says, and so on. And there were some Yankees fans there, naturally, and they were chatting with Royals fans and getting in some good-natured ribbing -- something I thought I would NEVER see! :-)

And when Ted Williams was announced, well, you never heard such an ovation! A lot of the older fans, especially, and even Teddy himself would state that he was NEVER that popular as a player. Many fans at the time thought he was rude and self-centered and thought only about his hitting and not helping the team in any other way. Sound familiar?

Teddy stated that he had the whole city of Boston in the palm of his hand and didn't even know it. But it was clear in the Summer of '99 that all was forgiven, and the passage of time had allowed his hardest critics to see him for what he was and is: a great ball player with all the frailties and weaknesses that ALL of us have, but a hell of a ballplayer first and foremost.

Baseball must be the greatest game there is.

[Monarchs29]

I was in the late 50's when I caught the bug. I don't remember the exact instance, of course, but since then, it seems I've always had a glove.

During the summers, we'd play every day it wasn't raining. I don't think we even counted the innings, we just kept playing until we got tired or it was suppertime. The only cause to shorten a game was on Saturdays. That's when the game-of-the-week was on CBC. In our neck of the woods, the game started at 3:30pm. So, at 3:00, all playing ceased and we headed home. It really didn't matter much who was playing, I was glued to the set until the final out.

I played pickup games, then organized little league, and after my final year of junior ball, I stopped playing. Although I wasn't going to the ballpark a couple of times a week to play, I was still a fan and fit in a couple of local games when time permitted.

I was 40 when I finally got back to the game. I was offered the position of manager/first base coach of a local senior team. I also had the option of playing should the need arise. The first time I took the field as a player, it was almost overwhelming. Here I was, 40 years old, and back on the playing field. As the saying goes, 'Oh, what a feeling!'

Over the next 10 years, I played in all or parts of about 25-30 games. We won't talk about my batting average. After I turned 49, my body was starting to send me signals. I remember playing a game on a Friday evening and another on Sunday afternoon. Monday I couldn't even get off the couch, and it was Wednesday before I began to feel normal. Yeah, it was time to hang them up. But, I was at our next game, and would have played had I been needed.

This year I'm eligible to play old-timers games. Seven innings, unlimited substitution, 10 guys on the field. And, oh yeah, just a lot of fun. So guess who'll be one of the first at the ballpark when the times are announced.

For all you guys who've played the game, think about this.
It's about 1:00pm on a beautiful Sunday afternoon in July. It's somewhere about 70-75 degrees. You're about to play baseball. What better feeling can there be? You feel like saying, "Hey, guys, lets' forget the number of innings, forget who's winning, let's just keep playing until we're too tired to play anymore."

Yeah, I've been a fan of the best game in the world for over 40 years. And I'll continue to be a fan for years to come.

[VTSoxFan]

Monarchs--
>
>For all you guys who've played the game, think about this.
>It's about 1:00pm on a beautiful Sunday afternoon in July.
>It's somewhere about 70-75 degrees. You're about to play
>baseball. What better feeling can there be? You feel like
>saying, "Hey, guys, lets' forget the number of innings,
>forget who's winning, let's just keep playing until we're
>too tired to play anymore."


That just about brings tears to my eyes! I am speaking as one who was never even offered the opportunity to play baseball.

That does it! In my next life I'm coming back as a ballplayer!

--VT

[VELCROHIDE]

[updated:LAST EDITED ON Dec-31-01 AT 12:01 PM (EST)]Reading these posts and feeling the passion in all of what is being said is WHY baseball is such a great game.
When you take the field you don't just go through the motions you are out there representing America's pastime. To have the approach of just filling a space is blasphemous at best. And when you snare a line drive or block the plate and apply the tag you smile because unlike Mick you CAN GET SOME SATISFACTION in knowing you did the job. And I just try try try try try every time I'm between the lines.
And I feel the emotion in all the posts by VT, Yankees23, Ytown, to name a few. People who put their heart and soul in every post. Yous guys are greatly appreciated by this baseball loving fanatic.
Thanks:-)

[shlevine42]

Perhaps one reason we love this game is because most of us first came to it as impressionable youngsters, when both we and the game were pure. Now, many years later, we're prompted by advancing age to look back fondly on those carefree days, when all that mattered was whether out home team won.

The passion you express in your wonderful replies is exactly what I've felt for over 55 years, ever since Jackie Robinson and the Brooklyn Dodgers stole my heart.

The best expression of that feeling is this short essay that was packed inside a Rawlings glove I recently bought for my grandson:

WHAT IS A BASEBALL GLOVE?

A baseball glove is a beginning and an ending...a child's first sure step toward adulthood; an adult's final, lingering hold on youth.
It is promise, and memory.

A baseball glove is the dusty badge of belonging; the tanned and oiled mortar of team and camaraderie. In its creases and scuffs lodge sunburned afternoons freckled with thrills, the excited hum of competition, the cheers that burst like skyrockets.

A baseball glove is Babe Ruth, Stan Musial, Mickey Mantle, Jackie Robinson, Johnny Bench, Ozzie Smith and a thousand-and-one names and moments strung like white and crimson banners in the vast stadium of memory.

A baseball glove is the leather of adventure, worthy successor to the cowboys's holster, the trooper's saddle and the buckskin laces of the frontier scout. It is combat, heroics and voctory...a place to smack a fist or snuff a rally.

Above all, a baseball glove is the union of family recreation and togetherness; a union beyond language, creed or color.

Bless the folks at Rawlings for giving voice to our feelings.

[Seattle Tech]

Baseball has such a universal appeal because, at least in my humblest of opinions, it mimics life itself. Each spring, everyone starts fresh, with unbounded hope and optimism. As the season progresses, some do well, others do not. And as October approaches, we are reminded of the finality of the World Series - another season has come to an end. And that doesn't even begin to scratch the surface - all the games within the game (pitcher vs. hitter - pitch vs. baserunner - baserunner vs. pitcher - well, you get the idea), the rivalries, the "unknown" factor (read umpires) - the list goes on and on. It's simply the best game ever conceived!!

[Chisox73]

One of things that I love about the game is that it is timeless.This is the same game played in the 21st century that was played in the late 19th century.You can sit at a game for as little as 2 hours or as long as it takes until there is a winner.

It is a game that is passed down from generation to generation.It is the anticipation of going to the ballpark for the first time seeing your favorite team play.

I fell in love with the game around 1970.I started out watching Cubs games on TV.Then in 1973 I discovered the White Sox,I immediately became a fan because I thought the had cooler uniforms(the red pinstripes),and a cooler scoreboard.As kids growing up playing,I wanted to be Dick Allen,while my friends wanted to be Billy Williams or Ron Santo.We would play in my yard because I had a bigger outfield.

Baseball is part of our American fabric.It has been there in times of triumph and tragedy.from World War I,World War II,to most recently,September 11,2001,baseball has helped lifted our spirits and will always provide us with thrills or something that we have never seen before.

[retrofan]

[updated:LAST EDITED ON Jan-01-02 AT 10:39 AM (EST)]The game is incredibly timeless. Players today are so much bigger, faster and stronger, yet the dimensions of the 90 foot square and the 60 feet 6 inches from pitcher to plate are still perfect. Was it luck or genius? Who cares, Play Ball!

[fenwayjeff]

Vt-

There are so many things that I love about baseball, that I simply cannot begin to mention them all.

My favorite part of the game is its simplicity. Its innocence, if you will. The fact that it is just a game. It is the same game I played as a child. The same game my father played as a child. And so on...It can be so exhilerating for people of all ages and from all walks of life.

I love the sound of the bat meeting the ball, or the ball popping into the catchers mitt. I love the smell of freshly cut grass and the wonderful aroma from greasy hotdogs being grilled. There is truly nothing like the smell of a ballpark.

I love BP and watching guys warm-up and work on the little things. I love seeing parents bonding with their kids, or the young kids carrying their mitts with them.

I guess I love most everything and anything about our great game, providing it does not start to deal with the economics or business of the game. Not that I do not follow or enjoy this aspect of the game, but this is where I can become bogged down and left alone feeling frustrated.

I am not sure if everyone can relate or not? I guess I am saying that I love the game on many levels. I always am overjoyed by my times of deep thought about a player, a team, or a specific moment in time, where I reach back into the history of the game.

Any moment where you may find yourself taking a break from the everyday life, whether alone in left field reading or dreaming, or talking with someone while fondly remembering or envisioning a moment or a player.

To me that is baseball.

-FenwayJeff-
mod for the 'Sox

[VTSoxFan]

This is kind of long, but after reading this thread, my mom wanted me to put down what she loves about baseball.

Mom was telling me about what baseball was like in the late ‘30s and 40’s – not big league ball, which she heard once in a while on the radio, but real, homegrown baseball, played by town teams on the ball field up behind the schoolhouse. Her dad had been on the team in his youth, and her uncles, and cousins, and family friends had played there through generations. They played rival teams from nearby towns. None of them were ever “prospects”; they didn’t play with any hope of reaching the big leagues. They played because it was Baseball.

The ball field was on a flat piece of ground, formerly a pasture. (A relatively flat piece of ground, I should say; this is Vermont, after all.) A little brook wound its way down off a mountainside and ran down one side of the field, with a fringe of alder trees on its banks. The “stands” were where the ground sloped up on one side.

She remembers how the sweet white violets that bloomed along the brook perfumed the air during early season practices, and how the summer sun, sinking to the northwest, tinted the haze over the ballfield orange and gold. She told me about how on hazy summer days when there was a game or even a practice, people would come and sit on the slope. Women would take off their shoes and sink their feet into the cool grass, and kids would pick ring-moss and make rings for themselves, and their parents, and everyone on the team.

Whenever the ball was hit past the alders and into the brook, kids would scramble after it, splashing into the water and fighting for the privilege of throwing it back to the players.

One player – the catcher – was a popular guy who went by the nickname “Bombay.” He was a big guy – I guess “portly” would be the polite way to say it. There was one time he hit a long, long ball that rolled into the alders and brush at the end of the field, and if he had run, it would have been an easy “in the park” home run. But Bombay liked to get a rise out of people, so he got down and crawled from third to home, with the other team searching for and relaying the ball back toward the infield. He was safe – but not by much!

Mom said that one day she didn’t want to go to the practice, but took her fish pole and fished all up the little brook, from where it joined the river to where it came down off the mountain. She said that all along the brook, from even a half-mile away, she could hear the crowd, and the crack of the bat, and the voices of the players shouting to each other, and she could match the voices to the faces, and almost see them as they played.

Mom and Dad met at a game on that field. She says she first noticed his jeep, but then saw him. I like to think that without baseball, I wouldn’t be here!

I still have the bat that one of my mom’s uncles used in those games, and an iron catchers’ mask used there in the 1880s. (An aside – that same uncle went to Boston in 1918 and slept on the floor of his cousin’s tea room, so he could see the Red Sox win the World Series.)

The ballfield is gone. A cluster of really ugly condominiums stands on that flat meadow now. I like to think that someday, when I’ve made my fortune, I’ll buy those condos and tear them down, and put a ballfield there again.

[fenwayjeff]

Vt-

Great stuff and thanks for having your mother share her memories.

-FenwayJeff-

[baseballwise]

This is a wonderful thread, guys!!! Don't know how I missed it till now. Your posts ALL brought back memories.

To this day I still get BIG goosebumps at the first sight of the field every time we arrive at a game. BP in progress; the sights, sounds, smells so unique to this game; its timelessness; the reverance for its history and its players; and the "humor" in the irony that baseball elevates the sanctity of stats to religion all its own, yet it's the only sport where the game is not played on uniform playing fields! (I know....I always get into trouble with that one...)

I started as a fan at age eight when Dad took my kid brother and me to our first game---AAA SF Seals back in the days when the Pacific Coast League actually consisted of teams along the Pacific Coast!!! I was fascinated and "hooked" that very day.

Perhaps the only thing that's different for me is that I've had the opportunity to interview many members from all levels of the baseball community in conjunction with my writing. Ninety nine percent of them were very impressive people who love the game as much as we do. (I didn't work with Bud Selig... :7 )

As your stories revealed, the love of The Game is more than a part of our personal history. It's part of who we are!! PLAY BALL!!

[GreenVerMonster]

What do I love about baseball? What's not to love? Of course, when I say baseball, I'm not talking about the money or the business or the ownership. I'm talking about the game.

It's a game we've grown up with (as much as we HAVE grown up) and that most of us played as kids. We know the basics and it makes sense. It's an intuitive game, one that doesn't need a lot of explaining (except maybe the infield fly rule...). And it's fun, fun to play, fun to watch, even fun to listen to on a staticky radio with the signal fading in and out.

The game is the point. It isn't the players who make the game, but the game that makes the players. Some of the most outstanding players aren't the ones with the most records or the longest careers, but the ones who put everything they've got into playing the game.

Going to the park, whether it's Little League or Legion Baseball, Minors or Majors, is an experience outside of daily life. For an hour and a half or two (or three, or more) nothing matters except the play. You don't notice your feet freezing at an April game. You don't notice the sunburn forming at a July game. Yes, you HAVE to go to the bathroom, but you CAN'T miss a single pitch. Nothing matters but that connection that the fan in the stands feels with the players and the field they play on.

There's a warmth that flows both ways. We LOVE these guys (even the ones we love to hate) and in return they love us, the collective fandom, waving signs and screaming ourselves hoarse. They are there for us, and we are there for them.

Baseball, for all the overpaid players and corporate-named stadiums and ever-rising ticket prices, has maintained its innocence. Technology has changed the equipment, and some teams have domes and Astroturf, but you can still play baseball with a stick and a roundish object. It's not such a long way from a skinny kid throwing a tape-covered ball of string up in the air and trying to hit it with a broomstick to the diamond at Fenway, or Wrigley, or Candlestick.

It's all a matter of letting your heart join into the magic of the game.

[VELCROHIDE]

[updated:LAST EDITED ON Jan-15-02 AT 01:33 PM (EST)]With January just beginning, the ANTICIPATION of a new season always gets the juices flowing.

The prospect of all the new acquisitions gelating together with the stand-bys- who are the foundation of your favorite team- is enticing.
To me it is this ANTICIPATION (the downfall of all bad umpires, by the way) that makes all the sounds and smells so effective at the ball park.

It's the chance you might see something you have never seen before. Sort of an "expect the unexpected" type of thing happens.

[WillieKeeler]

I love how the game ingrains itself in so many other facets of life. As in the "Wonder Years", I loved the day that Kevin Arnold went to work with his father. At the time Kevin most of all wanted to be a big league ballplayer when he grew up. When asking his father what his dream in life was, he replied "What besides being center fielder for the Minnesota Twins?", almost as if that was the American Dream itself, to play big league ball. I love talking baseball with my 10th Grade History teacher, who tries to explain to the stubborn administration just how beneficial a baseball history course could be at our high school. Then there is my government teacher, who teaches us the nature of the electoral college through the scores of the 1960 World Series games and mentions his dream of being the next Mickey Mantle. From the great Yogisms and Stengelese to baseball radio and holiday television tripleheaders, this game continues to be "a church that feeds the soul"(Sorry if I am quoting Susan Sarandon incorrectly.)

[donzblock]

To paraphrase the Willie Keeler who said "Hit 'em where they ain't," your words have been doing just that. Baseball stinks, and what you smell is a corpse, and its murderer is Greed.

[2Chance]

I was born in Detroit and we moved to California when I was little. We moved around a lot in those days. My first experience with baseball came with the Tigers ‘68 season. Watching them in the World Series was like having a connection to home, and I really had a team to root for! Between watching them, the Game of the Week which was on Saturdays, and having an older friend on the high school team (he was later drafted by the Twins) I tried to pick up on every nuance, every rule. My older friend took me to K-Mart, bought me a bat, ball and glove, and taught me the game. Being the new kid all the time, and being fairly small, I was always one of the last kids picked for teams, but could play baseball, and really enjoyed it. We played pickup games more than anything else, and it was a blast. It was also a way to connect with the family, especially my dad, who took me to a lot of Reds games growing up. Some guys I know, talking about baseball is the number one way we connect. It’s still a way to connect with the family, as I go to my nephew’s games and have gotten my wife hooked on our weekends in Detroit to see a Saturday Tigers game once or twice a year, or an occasional Reds game or minor league game. And even though I’m in my 40s, it is still fun to get out there with a bunch of kids and some other adults in a pickup game once in a while.

[Roger460]

God, how depressing! Rest assured, Don it's not just MLB that is run by money. It's all professional sport. You only have to look at football (sorry, soccer!) over here where it just may have reached saturation point. Earlier this season (August-May) the players (average top division wage equivalent to $20,000 per week, with the top wage earners on $120,000) were thinking of going on strike for a greater proportion of TV money. It was avoided at the last minute as they caved in when they (perhaps) realised the state of public opinion. I obviously thought of the parallels with your '94 strike and how it was nearly the death of MLB. Still, I'm losing the thread a little. I am a little envious of you all. I was born, grew up and still live in England so I never had the oportunity to experience all of the wonderful things you all describe. I was introduced to baseball at a very early age by my grandfather who's son (my uncle) had moved to America (RI) in the 50's. They both went to Fenway (for the WS game 6-was he the only Englishman in the crowd?)and maybe it was the way my Grandfather described it to me (he was an excellent storyteller!) but I just knew that Baseball was, from then on, my game. I love the fact that you can compare stastistics from 50 years ago with now (I know there are differences in how the game is played). I don't love that it costs me upwards of $1,000 to see a game - what with flights, hotels and tickets!, but I do it every year. I even managed to persuade the Fenway ticket office 'phone operator that it was, in fact, possible to send tickets to England! I also love the fact that it is, in fact, NOT over 'til the final "out" has been recorded. (once you're 2-0 up in a soccer match near the end, you've pretty-much won, haven't you?). Most of all, though, I love the look on a batter's face when he's just watched Pedro's 3-2 heater catch the outside corner and the umpire's "ringing him up"! Priceless!!

[VTSoxFan]

I also enjoy keeping score. I don't use an official scoresheet, and never have quite gotten the hang of the official shorthand. I doubt anyone else could make much sense of my notations, but I love keeping score, and pitch counts, and jotting comments in the margins. I note what the weather is, whether the wind was blowing in or out, and whether anything unusual happens during the game -- streakers, or a fan making a great catch of a foul ball, or a cat running around on the field. I note whether the umpires were especially awful or were really good. As I write this, I long to see a fresh game so I could keep score.

And yes, I too love seeing Pedro bewildering the opposing batters.

--VT

[FenwayFan7]

Here's a list of just some of the MANY things that I love about baseaball:
-How it let's you forget everything for a few hours
-How it brings together the generations
-How the object isn't to bully your way through a line of 300 plus pound guys, but to just run safly home
-How even at a Yankees/ Red Sox game, the first baseman will talk and laugh with the runner
-How with each pitch comes a new sense of suspense
-How your team can be down by five games with only two left in the regular season, yet you still watch every pitch in a west coast game that lasts till 1:30, because the game still matters
-How your team can be down by five games with only two left in the regular season, yet every player pushes himself to the limit because even this game matters
-How there's no such thing as an impossible comeback
-How even when you really blow one inning you can make it back the next
-How every pitch counts and every call makes your heart race- good or bad
-How the entire crowd rises in anticipation on the final strike of the at bat
-How there are no turnovers- no taking the offense away from one team and giving it to the other- the rules are polite and well established
-How there aren't challenges made by managers that send umpires to watch an instant replay for five minutes just to come back with the same call
There's some of it, but certainly not all...baseball is almost a religious experiance...you lose yourself in the game and that is what I love. Sitting eyes glued to the TV watching a game with more attention than the news recieves and somehow managing to eat an entire pint of Ben and Jerry's ice cream all because of the game.
-FF7

[EnglishRoger]

Can I assume that "Sox" in your name is Boston or is it the white variety?

[EnglishRoger]

Sorry. Just read one of your earlier posts. Should have known

[VTSoxFan]

Yes, I'm a long time, tried and true diehard fan of the Crimson Hose. All baseball is beautiful but the BoSox is the team I will root for to my dying day.

--VT

[BASEBALL_TRIVIA_NUT]

[updated:LAST EDITED ON Mar-24-02 AT 04:19 AM (EST)]BASEBALL_TRIVIA_NUT

Baseball is a fantasy world, an escape from the
world of reality, and a world that we control and
know all the answers to!

So, from early childhood when we control who
the starting players are in our baseball card collection
to which outfielder we are when we chase down fly balls,
we exist in a fantasy world in which we are monarch of all we survey and can enter and exit as we please -
it offers us total escape from the world of reality..

We control baseball and everything in that world,
that's why we love it and escape to it every chance
we get --- we can make that fantasy trade and
imagine thousands of things in a harmless and
enjoyable way and when we are done, we just return
to the world, relieved that we still have control over
something in our lives, baseball.

With the escape comes every pleasant memory you've ever had about the game --- they are all
pleasant memories from Tasby's autograph,
to Fred Lasher warming in the bullpen for Detroit, to
Gentile's bases loaded homer, to Brady Anderson
signing his autograph for your nephews under the
right field stands, to Billy Goodman chewing blades
of grass in right field, to Teddy Ballgame ignoring every
fan in left, then launching a homer to right in his next
at bat, to Gregg Olson fanning a bedazzled Mattingly. to Feller in his last year exciting you half to death when you see him "live" for the first time!

That's baseball and why we love it - it is an escape
that bombards you with a blitzkrieg of pleasant
memories of your early childhood and your later
childhood years as an adult!

Baseball is about being a child again and enjoying every minute of the fantasty world and the escape
it brings because, in baseball, all's right with the world - we can't help but love it!

[Chisox73]

It's the anticipation of the upcoming season when the snow is piling up and you hear the magic words,"Pitcher and Catchers report today".

Standing in line at the park in mid-March,braving sub-zero wind chills, waiting for the ticket window to open so you can get tickets for your favorite team.

The anticipation of Opening Day,whether its Chicago,New York,or Montreal where 30 teams have the identical 0-0 record and the final outcome won't be decided for another 6 months.

It's watching Nolan Ryan throwing Texas heat after age 40.
It's watching The Green Monster turning an extra base hit into a long single.
It's watching the ivy at Wrigley Field go from brown in April to green in May and back to brown in late September.
It's trying to tune your radio to listen to Jack Buck,Harry Kalas,Marty Brennaman,and Ernie Harwell,all in one night.

And its is a big reason that this site is here,because whether you are a fan of the Yankees,White Sox,Red Sox,Expos,or whoever,we all share a common bond,which is our love,knowledge,and passion for the game.

PLAY BALL!
Chisox73

[LouGehrig]

One of baseball’s greatest attractions is the fact that it is possible to “live forever” and “beat death.”

A team can rally from any deficit, at least according to the rules, and extend the game. Unlike the other team sports, there is no time clock. How many people left a game in the ninth inning because the situation seemed hopeless and the game seemed over, only to have the trailing team rally to tie? Or win? As long as there is one out left, there is a chance.

And, as has been stated, there is renewal with the beginning of each season. Last year’s results are no less or more important than the results from 75 years ago. They all are part of baseball history. All we must worry about is NOW, and if we are fortunate enough to win, it too is fleeting, because next year will arrive, and we all start out with nothing but the chance to win.

[The Commissioner]

What makes me love this game is one thing, and one thing only... Bobblehead night!!!!

[VELCROHIDE]

I heard on the Tony Bruno radio talk show that a Moochie Norris (Houston Rocket guard) bobblehead actually had hair (or a resonable facsimile of it). There's a picture of it in the current Sports Illustrated.

The aforementioned has nothing to do with baseball but perhaps is the unveiling of something special in the BOBBLEHEAD world.**************

[NickG]

I went to a minor league game today, it was opening day for my local minors team, the Ft. Myers Miracle (Single-A, Twins). It reminded me of this thread. You know, minor league baseball is really fun to watch. There's the game on the field, with the hard working young players who have the incentive to hustle on every play. And then there's the "game" off of the field, with the PR departments trying their hardest to get people in the seats. Tonight's promotion, for opening day, was a fireworks display. (I guess nobody told the Charlotte Rangers that the display was to be held AFTER the game, and they started some fireworks of their own in an 8-RUN top of the 4th inning en route to a 10-2 win). What's your favorite promotion of all time? And if you were in PR Departments, what would be your idea of a great promotion?

[The Commissioner]

My promotion would be "dress like an empty seat day". Anybody who could convincingly pulloff the costume would be allowed free admission into an Expos game.

[VELCROHIDE]

Maybe if you're in the neighborhood of Comerica Park you can bring a glove, catch every foul ball that comes your way and heave it onto the field if it's the opponent team and some Tiger scout will sign you. Phil Garner is blessed to have gotten the hook so fast. His GM did absolutely nothing/nada to improve the product known to baseball fans everywhere as the Detroit Tigers.

[yogi17]

We love this game because in the summertime as kids, this is all we did. If we didn't have enough to play, we would play rundown(pickle)or just practice sliding or hitting. This game is more than that. It is about a father and his son. Getting out in the yard and playing catch with your pop or grandfather, listening to the stories of their heroes when they were young. It is a common thread which even the worst of enemies can talk about and "bond". I sob like a baby every time I watch Field of Dreams and Costner asks his father if he want to have a catch. I remember those days with my father and cherish them. That is baseball to me.

Yogi

[jmccoy1252]

Outstanding thread! The earliest memory I have of baseball is Hank Aaron breaking babe Ruth's homerun record. I was 6 at the time. I remember watching the Braves in 1975, with Ralph Garr, Dusty Baker and Rowland Office. The first game I ever went to was in 1976 with my Cub Scout Troop. The Braves were playing the San Diego Padres and Catcher Earl Williams hit two homeruns by the 4th inning, but before they could count, the game was rained out. In 1977 at the age of 9, I remember going to my first July 4th ball game between the Braves and Pirates, I didn't get home until 2:00 a.m., I thought I was a partier! In 1978, I witnessed Pete Rose hit in his 44th and final game of his hitting streak. Baseball tugs at my heart, I love it, I always will, no matter how much the millionaires try to ruin it.

[VELCROHIDE]

Another thing I love about the game of baseball is the people you played with or against never forget your name. No matter what they've been through in their lives or you in yours their names are emblazoned on your memory for a lifetime. Heck I'll forget a relative's birthday before I forget someone I played baseball with anytime!:P

[Elvis]

---- Bump ----

[west coast orange and black]

when i am at the ballyard, neither i nor the world has any problems.

thanx, elvis.

[redlegsfan21]

To be honest, this thread is older than my fandom of the greatest, most perfect sport invented.

[VTSoxFan]

I could hardly believe my eyes when I saw that this old thread had been dusted off and revived. I thought it must have been lost to archive purges long ago.

Last night I was watching the game with my folks, and during those last wild three innings, I knew my Dad forgot the pain in his arthritic knee, and Mom wasn't thinking at all about the surgery she faces next week. (It's so cool to hear Mom say "Yooooouuk!") Baseball is quite an elixir, a remedy for worry and pain, and even though the effects aren't generally long-lasting, the relief it provides in the short term is sweet.