What Baseball Does for Me.

The Boston Red Sox celebrating their clinching...

The Boston Red Sox celebrating their clinching the American League Wild Card berth. Taken at Fenway Park by Dudesleeper on September 25, 2003. 17:57, 16 July 2007 . . Dudesleeper . . 640×480 (138 KB) (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

I wasn’t raised to be an American Football fan.  The sport in my house was baseball by a long shot.

My parents were Brooklyn Dodger fans.  My mother could walk from her house to Ebbets Field in about twenty minutes.  I was on the phone with my Mom this morning and told her, part of my love for the Boston Red Sox is because of my parents stories about Ebbets Field.  (The tall outfield fence was in right field, instead of left field, as the Green Monster is in Fenway Park).

I had all sorts of stories handed down.  I was less than a year old, when the Dodgers played their final game in Brooklyn, but my parents made their love of the team real for me.

The first game I went to was with my parents and my Dad‘s colleague (who I’ve mentioned in other posts, John McClarnon).

Ironically, the Pittsburgh Pirates are on now, and that’s who they lost to that day 3-0.  I was too young to appreciate it completely, but I got to see the great Roberto Clemente play.  Click on box score to see the results.  Clemente homered in the game.

Baseball for me creates bonds.  It teaches me to enjoy a certain rhythm.  People have written about baseball being slow, more suited for the 19th Century.  Being older, I enjoy the pace.

Baseball teaches people how to cope with failure.  A .300 hitter is considered a good hitter.  He is failing three times in ten.  It teaches you to keep plugging away.  Now that’s I’m a writer, it’s an important lesson in dedication.

Baseball feeds my sense of individualism.  While part of a team, you have your individual performance and personality.

It is the sport I love.

Let me close with something the ladies will enjoy.  While surfing the net for ideas for this post I found Stilettos and Sweats.  Enjoy.



About tucsonmike

I am originally from Brooklyn, New York and now live in Tucson, Arizona. I have discovered a passion for writing. I have five books out now, with a sixth on the way. Take a look @ my book list: The Search for Livingstone An Affair of the Heart The Search for Otzi Griffith Justice in Space. Moriarty The Life and Times of a Criminal Genius Available now on Smashwords - Amazon and Barnes and Noble As to not bore my public with just "Buy my book," I am also interested in baseball, the outdoors, art, architecture, technology, the human mind and DNA. I learned Ashkenazi Jews, of which I am one, have to lowest rate of Alzheimer's in the world. Therefore, I treat my brain as a muscle needing a workout. I enjoy good food, flirtation, beautiful women (I am happily married for thirty years), so just flirting ;) I was considered autistic when I was young, trying to figure out if I have a mild form of Aspergers and learning from that. That is for future posts. You can also see I love history. Enjoy my sarcastic silly look at the world, and making History more interesting than a textbook.
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