Baseball has been, and by title always will be, America‘s pastime. Even though other sports like football and (arguably) basketball have out-gained baseball in overall popularity, there is just something about the sport that always brings people back. The game itself is typically a slow, plodding sport where the majority of the players stand around for the majority of the game. Baseball is filled with
non-stop action over a 3+ hour span that may or may not have long rain delays, extra innings and questionable calls. Baseball, in a word, is boring…
…and yet, like that ex you can’t forget, we always go back. In a world full of change, baseball is a constant. New rules? Who needs them! Replay review? Hardly! Different rules for different leagues? Of course! Steroids and HGH? Why not if you admit it! Pimples, warts, moles and all, there is no replacing, eliminating or hating baseball.
The lack of change is a major factor but not the key factor. The single most important factor in why baseball is so damn hard to not fall in love with is nostalgia. To think about baseball is to reminisce about that time your dad took you to a Triple-A game when you were nine or when you went on that great date to Yankee Stadium……you get the point.
Baseball is a fun to attend because it is the ultimate sport to view live. Imagine sitting next to a good friend for hour upon hour just talking, drinking and eating while, on occasion, just looking down at the field to take into account what made this moment possible. How much would you pay for that? Think, you can even use the restroom without fear of missing anything or you can walk around an airy stadium, play some old-school games, view great cityscapes, watch beautiful sunsets, stay for post-game concerts or stay for fireworks. Attending games is just plain fun even if the game itself is not but, the actual game is good, the experience is that much richer. With so many games to attend, just go! Not convinced? JUST. SCROLL. DOWN.
|Take me out to the ball game,
Take me out with the crowd;
Buy me some peanuts and Cracker Jack,
I don’t care if I never get back.
Let me root, root, root for the home team,
If they don’t win, it’s a shame.
For it’s one, two, three strikes, you’re out,
At the old ball game.
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