I love baseball but hate baseball at the same time. As I was growing up, I lived and breathed baseball. I played it, watched it, studied it and marveled at the history of the game. There is nothing better than the smell of a glove, the feel of a baseball in your hand, the crack of the bat that you know is a homer or the happiness when your team wins one. And the feeling of reverence at seeing the field when you walk out the tunnel is amazing. As a kid all I wanted to do was get outside and get a game going. I could rattle off stats and players like there was no tomorrow. Nothing could dampen my love for the game.
Then, in 1994 I lost my love for baseball. The all mighty dollar tarnished my sport for the last time. The players have always wanted more money and the owners have always tried to screw the players. This was a part of the game that was tolerated because of the love of the game. Yes, there have been strikes before and I’m sure there will be strikes again. But in 1994 when money cancelled the World Series, my heart broke. I still love the game of baseball and the history but I have not been to a ballpark or barely even watched an inning of a game in 13 years, even when my beloved Tigers were in the Series last year. I will once in awhile look at the standings, but that is about all. I hope to instill in my son the love of the game that I have, the true game of baseball.
Baseball to me is the greatest sport but for now I choose to remember it the way it was when I was a kid.
[MOH]Coach has a great blog in the same vein as this at http://www.fannation.com/blogs/post/18623
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Come on back, buddy. Your team is going to run the AL Central for a while...
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