Baseball is the sport of choice for major depressives and romantics because it withholds gratification, stretches out languorously over hot afternoons, edges, teases, makes you desperate then erupts suddenly, demurs, drags.
Baseball is it! As you described. I grew up in Poland playing football (Soccer). I came to America (the Bronx) in 1963 and my cousins took me immediately to see the Bronx Bombers playing The Twins. I remember that game like it was played last Sunday. It was watching All Stars, Mick vs Killer and learning the rules of the game.
Thanks for your emotional post. So many years ago, walking through the entrance to Connie Mack stadium with my blind grandfather to see my first mlb game, seeing the green expanse of the field and blue of the sky. Old? Yes. Polos? No. Still makes me cry.
Yes. Just yes. Walking into Wrigley Field the first time of each season. Takes my breath away. Charges every bit of my soul with love, history, tradition....baseball.
Thank you for this solid laugh: "My most expensive skincare product smells like hot dog water so in a sense I’ve been microdosing baseball all winter." Half way through your piece I thought, "She's making me smell the ballpark the way Angell does." Then Roger shows up. Nice.
Yeah, baseball! As a lifelong Dodger fan it's been an especially sweet off season, and this new season suggests more thrills to come. But, beyond my partisan attitudes, I love the game itself for reasons identified in the post. Long live baseball!
Janson Junk!!!! my phone doesn't even want to let me type it. Technology cannot understand something as special as human parents naming their big baseball son Janson Junk.
Baseball is it! As you described. I grew up in Poland playing football (Soccer). I came to America (the Bronx) in 1963 and my cousins took me immediately to see the Bronx Bombers playing The Twins. I remember that game like it was played last Sunday. It was watching All Stars, Mick vs Killer and learning the rules of the game.
A bit more on that unforgettable game …
https://open.substack.com/pub/barrylederman/p/ebrief-from-life-6-becoming-an-american?r=o30r9&utm_medium=ios
Thanks for your emotional post. So many years ago, walking through the entrance to Connie Mack stadium with my blind grandfather to see my first mlb game, seeing the green expanse of the field and blue of the sky. Old? Yes. Polos? No. Still makes me cry.
Thank you for this, you’ve done Roger Angell proud.
Take me out to the ballgame, batter up 💞
Yes. Just yes. Walking into Wrigley Field the first time of each season. Takes my breath away. Charges every bit of my soul with love, history, tradition....baseball.
I 🩷 baseball. As an ex of mine said, it’s a nineteenth century game in a 21st century world. 😍
Thank you for this solid laugh: "My most expensive skincare product smells like hot dog water so in a sense I’ve been microdosing baseball all winter." Half way through your piece I thought, "She's making me smell the ballpark the way Angell does." Then Roger shows up. Nice.
This was outstanding.
Yeah, baseball! As a lifelong Dodger fan it's been an especially sweet off season, and this new season suggests more thrills to come. But, beyond my partisan attitudes, I love the game itself for reasons identified in the post. Long live baseball!
Hard transition from being teary-eyed to snorting with laughter at those big beautiful baseball names
Janson Junk. Fuck.
Janson Junk!!!! my phone doesn't even want to let me type it. Technology cannot understand something as special as human parents naming their big baseball son Janson Junk.
Thank you!! Haven been born & living a few miles from the Stadium all I can say is, Suck Wind!