Sunday evening was the opening of the 2013 Major League Baseball season. I guess my passion for baseball has been passed on — my 17-year-old daughter has been reminding me daily for several weeks that baseball season is coming. No way she was missing that game!
This morning I read an excellent piece by Kevin DeYoung on why baseball is best. I wish I had written what he said (except I would substitute “Rangers” for “White Sox”):
I know the many knocks on baseball: The games are too slow. The season is too long. The contracts are too big. I know about steroids and strike-shortened seasons. I know the players chew and spit and adjust themselves too much. I know every pitcher except for Mark Buerhle takes too much time in between pitches. I know that purists hate the DH rule and almost everyone hates the Yankees. I understand if baseball is not your thing. You don’t have to like our national pastime.
But you should.
Read the rest “Our National Pastime”.
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