Wednesday, April 6, 2011

If You Have To Ask...You'll Never Know

I get it. There are other sports out there. Other sports that draw a bigger audience, have more rabid fans, generate more revenue. But there will never be another sport that has more heart, creates more magic, or engenders more wisdom than baseball. I can spend years talking about it and explaining all its minute, wonderful details, but the truth is, if you have to ask, you'll never understand it.
So do me a favor, if you don't get it, just STFU and quit your yapping. Baseball isn't boring; you're just stupid. You don't have to like it, but you should try and understand it before you open your giant maw and let your ignorance spew out. I don't care for other sports much, but I still know what's going on when they play. So if you don't get baseball and especially if you have the gall to criticize, I'll channel the esteemed Bill Simmons who once said, if you don't like Field of Dreams, then we can't be friends.
To all my friends who suffer the whinings of non-baseball people during our glorious 162 game season in the summer, I leave you these gems: 


"The one constant through all the years, Ray, has been baseball. America has rolled by like an army of steamrollers. It has been erased like a blackboard, rebuilt and erased again. But baseball has marked the time. This field, this game: it's a part of our past, Ray. It reminds of us of all that once was good and it could be again. Oh... people will come Ray. People will most definitely come."


"Well, you know I... I never got to bat in the major leagues. I would have liked to have had that chance. Just once. To stare down a big league pitcher. To stare him down, and just as he goes into his windup, wink. Make him think you know something he doesn't. That's what I wish for. Chance to squint at a sky so blue that it hurts your eyes just to look at it. To feel the tingling in your arm as you connect with the ball. To run the bases - stretch a double into a triple, and flop face-first into third, wrap your arms around the bag. That's my wish, Ray Kinsella. That's my wish. And is there enough magic out there in the moonlight to make this dream come true?"


I hope there is... 

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