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Peace, Love & Baseball

Someone recently asked me why I love baseball. It was hard to explain at that given moment, so I told them I would write it down when I had enough time. Well, it’s been well over two months since I was asked that…and well over 5 months since my last post. I apologize to all my readers who have been waiting for a post. Here it goes:

When I first watched a baseball game at Dodger Stadium it was like an out-of-body experience. Baseball is not just a sport and not just a game. You can learn life experiences from it. It’s where a sacrifice (fly) is appreciated. The fundamentals are strengthened and supported. Even the best hitter will strike out 7 out of 10 times and the worst hitter can still make a contribution with a bunt.

This sport is not just about one star player. It embodies what teamwork is really about. A pitcher cannot win the game alone. He needs a catcher who can call the right pitches, an infield who can ground a ball & an outfield willing to dive for balls.

To win offensively, you can have the player hit a homerun, but the defense still needs to hold the other team off and the wonderful thing about it is there is NO TIME LIMIT.

27 outs, but if there is a tie, each team gets another inning to attempt to break it. Can’t break it? The game keeps going. If that’s not dedication, I don’t know what is.

The sport is about patience and precision, skill and technique, everything that you can continue to get better at and perfect with time. Not everyone can place the bat on the ball and make something happen of it.

The most wonderful thing I love about it is that the game is a family experience. I’ve gone to games with my dad and we’ve bonded over the Boys in Blue. My grandfather is a die-hard baseball fan in Mexico (although he watches more Yankees baseball than Dodgers).

It’s not as eloquently written as I wish it could be, but this is why I love baseball.

As Always, Viva Los Dodgers!