This is a post that my son wrote on Facebook this morning. I thought it was a great summation of why we all love the game so much. He played baseball from the time he could hold a bat for T-ball all the way through being the "ace" pitcher for his high school team; he even played with an adult league in recent years. (He's 28 yrs old now.) His first word was, of course, "ball", and I can't remember anytime in his youth that we didn't watch the Braves play. Here's his thoughts on the World Series and on baseball in general:
"Why do I love baseball so much? I just watched a 39 year old man hit his last home run ever in game 7 of the World Series. I just watched the life get knocked back into a team by a 36 year old who was barely hitting over .150 this postseason, who crushed a fastball from one of the most feared closers in the game. I watched a runner take out the shortstop on a rough slide into second to break up a double play, only to then watch the shortstop help the runner up and pat him on the back and joke with him. I saw some questionable managing, which many believe caused big momentum swings in the game. Most importantly, I watched two teams who just finished playing the game 162 times during the regular season and 15+ times during the postseason jump around, scream, and play with more emotion, sportsmanship, and respect for their opponent than any Super Bowl or NBA finals I have ever watched. I love the game because the people playing this game love the game, they love their teammates, they love the city they play for. Baseball is the greatest. Can't wait for opening day!"
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