Okay, so I’ve been seeing this phrase, “How could you not be romantic about baseball?” floating around, and I gotta say, it hit me. I’ve always loved baseball, but I never really thought about why. So, I decided to dive in and really explore this idea.
First, I started by just watching a bunch of games. Not just my team, but any game I could find. I paid attention to the small things – the way the infield dirt looks perfectly raked, the sound of the bat cracking, the little chats between players on the mound.
Then, I dug into some baseball history. I read about the legends – Babe Ruth, Jackie Robinson, Sandy Koufax – and their incredible stories. I watched old clips of amazing plays and nail-biting finishes. It’s crazy how much history this game has!
The little things
- I also tried going to a few local minor league games.
- The atmosphere is so different – more intimate, more about the love of the game than the big-money spectacle.
- I even took my glove and played catch with my kid in the backyard, just trying to feel that connection to the sport.
And you know what? I started to get it. The slow pace, the tension building with each pitch, the sudden bursts of action…it’s like a story unfolding in front of you. Every game is different, every player has a unique journey, and there’s always that chance of something magical happening.
So, yeah, I think I’m finally getting romantic about baseball. It’s not just a game; it’s a whole world of tradition, drama, and heart. It’s pretty cool. Now I know:How could you not be romantic about baseball?
