Baseball is the Americans favorite pastime. What is it that
engages us so much about this game? I come from generations of Twins fans. Not
a game went by without it either being on the radio or the television. I remember the adults gathered around the
radio sometimes in the wee hours of the night. You could hear laughter and
cheering. This game, this thing called
Baseball was their joy and sorrow.
The problem is I am not a baseball fan. Never have been. I
liked to play baseball when I was younger. Whenever we had a family get together on the farm,
we would play baseball. My Aunts, Uncles
and cousins all joined in. This was fun because it was family interaction. There
was more going on than the game and we had more action. Watching Baseball to me
on the other hand is like watching a bug crawl across the floor. Occasionally the
bug may have a hurdle to get over such as a dropped crumb. Just like in Baseball occasionally, someone
gets on base and the bases are loaded. A
big hitter comes up to bat and everyone in on edge. I guess this is why people
love baseball. These moments a far and few between.
When I was growing up for the most part when Baseball was on
at home, I would take a nap. With the
constant low rallying of the crowd and the announcers talking in a constant
tone, it was great white noise.
Yes, there are tight butts in Baseball also. There are hot
looking men. Muscles abound in the world
of Baseball. Still I have no passion for watching the game.
One time the C.O. got free tickets to watch the Twins. I was
the only one he could find that was willing to go with him. did I say willing.
I meant I was roped into it. We went and it was a 6:00pm game. Now I was working at a job where I had to get
up at 3:00am every workday. This was a Wednesday night. I was tired and I fell asleep. Hey, it was a
natural reaction to watching a Baseball game. I had trained my body and mind to
fall asleep whenever a Baseball game came on. This was a natural defense mechanism
for me. Otherwise, I would have died of boredom somewhere over the years.
When one of my sons was playing junior softball, I thought that
was fun. I got into the game but not because I love the game. It was because I
love my son. I think it is great when
children can be involved in a sport. This is only As long as the parents and
couches do not take it so seriously. Along with that, I also do not like it
when everyone is equal. If you suck at it, you suck at it. Learn to move on and
find another sport or work harder to get better.
When I was young, I liked and was good at gymnastics. I
could not do that now. Anyways I thought
I would be fair and do an article about baseball. After all a writer should
take on the challenge of writing about something, they are not passionate
about. It will be a good exercise for my writing skills.
