When I was high school and college age, the only sports for me were football and basketball. I liked the fast-paced action and the physicality. Now, as I will soon be 67, I find that I thoroughly enjoy baseball. I have come to appreciate the artistry of the game and the strategy including the mental battle between the pitcher, the catcher and the hitter.
Pace is comforting
I have come to appreciate the pace of baseball and the skill it takes to play the game well. One of the most difficult things to do in all of sports is to hit a baseball thrown at over 90 miles per hour. The powers that be are seemingly always trying to speed up the game, but I think their attempts are wrong. To me, at this stage of my life I think the pace of the game of baseball is perfect. Admittedly it is slow, but that allows spectators to engage in conversation during the game. Most times the games are played in beautiful weather and leaving your seat to get a hot dog and a drink, even if you are gone for a bit, still doesn’t interfere with you knowing exactly what is going on in the game.
Love of the game
Baseball fans are fun and courteous, acting like family at the ballpark. To me baseball means summer, social interactions and reminiscing of days gone by i.e. the joy of the Tiger’s Mark Fidyrich, the glory days of Maris and Mantle, Bob Gibson and Hank Aaron. Baseball is about history and tradition and if you want to talk excitement, consider a meaningful baseball game two outs, bases loaded, bottom of the ninth and the home team needs a run to get the big win. That situation puts you are on the edge of your seat and is incredibly exciting.
Baseball began again in April, so be sure this summer to visit our home team the Toledo Mud Hens or take a drive up to see the Tigers. What is your favorite baseball memory?
Perhaps it is still left to be created.