Baseball Season Couldn’t Come Fast Enough
January 18, 2017
Here it's only January, and I have started Jonesing for baseball. Lying in bed and hearing the rain pound on the rooftop may sound relaxing and peaceful, but after three months of it, I want to feel the warm air and see a baseball being tossed. Sure, we have football, basketball, hockey, soccer, wrestling, MMA, and all of the others, but they won't do the trick. You have to be a baseball freak to get it, and I surely don't expect anybody to understand my need.
A friend told me about college baseball being played in January. I checked into it and found the local college playing in January at our minor league team's field. He also told me that you could order a beer if they play at the minor league park. Okay, baseball and beer are stupendous, so all I need is some sunshine, and I think I have my remedy in place.
Baseball gets criticized for the slow pace of play, but they just don't understand. If you want constant action and people running around, perhaps it's not your cup of tea. The reason I like it is that it's a mental game more than a physical game. I like the game unfolding at a slow pace because I am not in a hurry. If you are at the ball game and you are in a hurry for it to end, then maybe you should show up in the fifth inning.
I will be the first to admit that I rarely watch every pitch of every inning when I have the ball game on television. When the game is on, and I can multi-task. I can cook dinner and clean house, dig a hole outside and come back and still enjoy the game. Baseball fans know this, and we all do it. Of course, when you go to the ballpark, it's different. You are basking in the sunshine with a hot dog and cold drink; you are part of the game. You enjoy the ambiance of the park experience and usually have happy folks all around. When you go to a football game, there is always the element of loud, obnoxious, and boorish behavior. The aggressive nature of the sport itself brings that out in the fan base.
Pitchers and catchers report to spring training in a month. There is hope on the horizon, and the countdown begins. But first, the Super Bowl has to be played, and then the sports world goes into a breather before the springtime festivities begins. Meanwhile, I am going to grab my baseball glove and throw the ball to somebody. It may be my wife, and she will first resist but will have to give in. Then maybe a trip to the batting cage, and finally, I break out the team paraphernalia to help with my baseball problem.