The Beauty of Baseball
Baseball is a beautiful thing. That is not an opinion, it is a fact. I believe it is the single most phenomenal thing that this planet has. It is absolutely stunning. Who doesn't like the crack of a wooden bat? Who doesn't like grass and dirt stains on striped pants? Who doesn't like the silence when there is a ball soaring through the sky, making its way to the fence- and once it crosses the fence, the eruption of thousands of fans?
Baseball is beautiful at every level. It begins with Tee-Ball, kids learning how to swing a bat and how to put their mitt on the right way. It progresses into Coach Pitch, with the kids swinging at a live moving ball. The beauty advances to Little League where kids are developing their skills. Next comes High School ball, where kids are steadily maturing into ballplayers. College ball comes next. The players are fine-tuning their skills to near-maximum. After college ball comes the most skillful league. It is professional baseball. They are no longer baseball players. No, they are something more than that. They are people with God-Given talent. What separates these from the rest is that they don't play the game- they live the game.
Baseball is beautiful because not only people with God-Given talent can enjoy the game. Anybody can be a fan. Whether it is a five-year old, opening up his Christmas present and finding a Chicago Cubs hat or a fifty-year old, standing in front of the TV holding his breath for the call at the plate. It can be someone with very little athletic ability but an unbelievable passion for the game. There can be someone who lost his chance at fame because of an injury, but still lives the game because the game is great.
Baseball has such an absolute beauty about it. Maybe it is the scent of the freshly cut grass before warm-ups. Maybe it's the white chalk that makes up the baseline. How about the sun shining on the field on the first day of spring? Maybe it is the crack of the bat. It could be the idea of a team working toward one common goal- a championship. A baseball is beautifully held together by its red seams.
Baseball is the greatest thing that this planet has ever experienced. A city can be silenced in the flash of an eye, while another city will explode. A team will shake hands with its opponents after an agonizing loss. Someone will push their body to the maximum limit, diving to make a catch to get an out. Someone will find a boost that they didn't know they had while stretching a base hit into a double.
Baseball is a beautiful thing.
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