UPDATE - I wrote below already that late last night the announcement came that Johnny Damon had left Boston to join the New York Yankees. I didn't dive into my thoughts on it, but I have a couple. The main things I know are that:

 

Wednesday, December 21, 2005

Twins Thoughts

Baseball Thoughts

WHY BASEBALL?

by Sarah Johnson

Good Morning and welcome to another day of SethSpeaks.net! I'm your host Seth, and I'm happy to have you along!

 

I have plenty of baseball thoughts below, but today, I will be posting our fourth and final winner in the GuardDog watch Why Baseball Contest. Marvin Gustafson, Tracy Mitchell and Adam Roesch each already won a GuardDog Watch.  If you are interested in participate by writing a Why Baseball for me, for next month, please e-mail me and let me know. I'll give you a date to shoot for and that day will be yours. If you're interested in purchasing a GuardDog Watch for Christmas or any time, please click here.

 

So, without further ado, I present Why Baseball?, by Sarah Johnson.

Why Baseball? 

People always ask me, "Why baseball?" and I never really have had a clear cut answer for them, mostly because I've always seen baseball as this cosmic force in my life that I am powerless to resist. People who aren't baseball fans can't understand why you could debate trivial idiosyncrasies of the game all day long. (Although, as George Will once said, "They always talk about baseball trivia, but that is a misnomer. Nothing about baseball is trivial.") Baseball has been a huge part of my life for as long as I can remember. My mother says that even when I was little I used to flip on the Twins game and just park myself in front of the television. I don't even remember this, but she says one time my dad came into the room and said, "How can you watch this? They're SO bad." My mother said my response was, "Oh, I don't care if they win, I just like to watch 'em play." That love of the game has never left me. Even through all the problems that baseball has had recently, it still remains a great summer pastime. As James Earl Jones said in the movie Field of Dreams, "This field, this game…is part of our past. It reminds us of all that was good…and could be again." I was an American history minor in college and remain a history buff to this day so I believe that is partially responsible for my love of the game. Baseball has such a fascinating history of colorful players, outlaw leagues and a never-ending supply of green cathedrals to worship. I love to read about baseball and I love to read about history, so these two subjects have provided me with a lifetime of stories to savor and cherish.
 

Also, living in Minnesota (or any northern state) provides me with a built-in excuse to love baseball. I always tease my friends who love football and say that "Football season means that winter's coming, but baseball season means that summer's coming!" After a long, dark, cold winter even people that aren't baseball fans can look forward to the start of the season because it means being able to go outside without spending five minutes getting bundled up first. I've always thought I had SAD- that seasonal affective disorder that leads you to sometimes being depressed in the winter. But mostly I am just depressed because it's not baseball season. My dad always jokes that I have BAD- baseball affective disorder! (My sister usually just laughs and remarks that, "There's a reason the word 'fan' comes from 'fanatic.' ") There is nothing quite like sitting outside on a warm summer night and listening to the crack of the bat or the sound of the ball hitting the catcher's glove. I love the Twins, but there are also so many other opportunities to watch baseball in Minnesota and the upper Midwest.

 

I think another reason why I like it is because it seems to parallel life much more than any other sport. In basketball, a kid can go straight from high school to the NBA and make millions of dollars. Most people do not go straight from high school to being a CEO. As in life, most baseball players spend years in the minor leagues, riding buses from one small town to another before some of them realize their lifelong dream of making it to "the show." It is often said that baseball is a game of failure. This is also a parable for life because most people fail far more than they succeed, and the people that can rise above their failures are the ones who are going to be successful, not only in baseball, but in life. Can you stand one more baseball/life parallel? Baseball is like life because it is played every day. Life does not just happen once a week like football, but a baseball season has an ebb and flow much like a person's day-to-day activities. Baseball keeps you company- no matter how bad of a day you've had, there is always a baseball game going on somewhere to enjoy.

 
No one else in my family likes baseball, so I've never understood why I was bitten by the "baseball bug." My sisters grew up playing basketball and I do like watching basketball (it's my winter sport of choice) but nothing about basketball captures my interest like anything relating to baseball. I love to meet baseball players and ask them questions to pick their brains about what was going through their minds at a certain moment or before a specific pitch. I've never played sports but I could watch baseball all day long. (My dad calls me "the world's greatest spectator.") I collect autographs, but I like to get them in person because I feel that meeting baseball players is half the fun of collecting. As far as baseball players I have met and stories I can tell- where do I begin!
 
I will share with you one funny story that any Twins fan will enjoy because it always makes me smile when I think of it. I was lucky enough to be in attendance at game 6 of the 1991 World Series. To this day, I still remember how loud the Metrodome was. The only thing I can compare it to is it was a like a constant train rumble throughout the entire game. I could literally feel words coming out of my mouth, but I couldn't hear myself. I remember standing on my chair chanting "Kirby, Kirby" when he came up to bat in the bottom of the 11th inning along with seemingly everyone else in the stadium. Imagine 60,000 eyes watching that ball head over the left field wall. Anyone who says the Twins don't matter to Minnesotans wasn't at the Metrodome that night. And we'll see you tomorrow night (of course, I missed this since I was at the game but have only heard it, oh, about seven million times since then). Then my parents were lucky enough to get tickets to game 7 and I had to stay home and watch the game on television with my sisters and my grandmother. I'll never forget when my grandmother turned to me after the eighth inning was over and said, "Okay, it's time to go to bed." I just stared at her in disbelief and said, "What?????" She said, "Come on, you have school tomorrow." The only time in my life that I have disobeyed my grandmother as I heard the words coming out of my mouth- "The Twins are in the seventh game of the World Series, the game is scoreless and you want me to go to bed? I don't THINK so." I just remember her somewhat shocked expression on her face as she sighed and said, "Well, I guess you can stay up." Luckily, my parents knew how crazy I was about baseball and let me skip school to go to the victory parade. School, schmool!
 
There are a lot of people in this world that feel the same way I do about baseball considering how many books and movies are devoted to baseball. It's a great hobby. (Or, once again as my sister would say, "No, it's not a hobby with you. It's an obsession." I prefer to think of myself as "passionate.") I have traveled all around this country watching baseball games at huge corporate "stadiums," old-time ballparks, rickety old shacks and high school fields. No matter where you are, the game remains the same. As the song goes, it's still three strikes and you're out at the ol' ballgame. After reminiscing on this great game, part of me starts to wonder, "How can you not love baseball?" It's such a great game. Only one question is important to a baseball fan during the winter- how many days until Opening Day?

So, there you have it. A wonderful Why Baseball article! Thank you very much Sarah for taking the time to write up this essay. I think you put into words what so many of us true baseball fans think about baseball. I think this is an excellent way to end the Why Baseball Contest as it shows just how much baseball means to us! Let me know what you think. If you would like to ask me or Sarah any questions, please feel free to e-mail me, or, you can enter Comments!

 

TWINS THOUGHTS

BASEBALL THOUGHTS

 

 

And on those notes, I am going to call it a day. I certainly hope that you have found the "Why Baseball" article by Sarah worth reading.  I will be back tomorrow with another very interesting guest column, another position analysis by "Roger".  If you have any questions or comments, please e-mail me, or of course now you can just enter some Comments for all the world to see.

 

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