Originally posted on 17 January 2002 on www.philliesphans.com
Why do I love baseball? You might as well ask why do I breathe air? Baseball is a part of me.
The cold dampness of the NE begins to thaw each February as pitchers and catchers report.
Spring fever hits as camp breaks for the journey north.
The excitement of school ending is embellished because there is now more time to follow the game.
Labor Day signifies the ending of freedom as well as the unofficial close to the season (for most teams anyhow).
The respite the playoffs and Series provides from the real world quickly folds as winter sets in again.
Then we wait again for February.
Baseball has been flexible in my life. There was a time when we put together a game daily. Sometimes it was two of us with the right side of the field closed. Other times it was a full nine-against-nine.
When card collecting days passed, there was the fun of going to games for the social element. Whether it was to take in a Mets series at the Vet or season tickets @ Fenway, there were sights to see.
After the beer guzzling grew old, baseball still held for me. I realized the game makes me think. It provides an outlet for me critical thinking and number crunching.
I imagine that eventually I will reflect on the game as a connection to my youth.
Baseball has been there through it all.
Why do I love baseball? I love baseball because it has grown up with me (or I with it). We are inseparable. Baseball is a part of me.