An All-American past time that has won the hearts of Americans for hundreds of years. What is it about this game, that has us so in love? Is it as simple as having watched it since you were a child? The spirit of competition? Or is it more?
There is something so extraordinary when you walk into a stadium. It could be your first trip or your tenth, it still leaves you breathless. So much to see and experience all in one beautiful location. The smell of the different vendor's wares, calls to your senses. The products with your favorite team and players make you reach for your money without thinking twice. Then there's the actual field. Grass so green it seems to have a life of it's own. All of the sights and sounds of others cheering on your team, reminding you, that your not alone.
Whether they end the day in joyous victory or a heart wrenching loss, you leave knowing that you have witnessed history. A home run, an amazing play in center field, or a pitcher's 1, 2, 3 inning you know that you were a part of this wonderful game's history. For long after the game is over, you'll retell those stories, and relive those moments as if they had just taken place.
With all that being said, I'd have to say my love of baseball is in the pace of the game. There are no clocks, no buzzers, and no instant replay. Baseball has a specific set of events that have to take place, before the game can come to an end. An inning can go as fast or as slow as it takes to get those three outs. I find that for a lack of better words; peaceful and somewhat indulgent. I truly love setting aside time and slowing down to enjoy this game, that has become an irreplaceable part of our history, and an even bigger part of our future.
