May 21st in Baseball History, Baseball Lore, Baseball Poetry, Callum, Commentary by Callum Hughson .

Why Baseball Is The Best Sport

Baseball

For today’s article I thought I would throw down a little rant as we like to do at Mop Up Duty.  This is my ode to baseball and why it is better than every other sport.

Unlike the NHL which changes rules every day it seems, there have been no rule changes since 1908 in baseball (sac-fly rule). I am not including the DH rule in this discussion because it only affects the AL.  Why mess with something that is perfect?

You don’t have to be affluent to take part in it. You don’t need a ton of equipment to play – just a bat, a ball, and a glove…. and you can even make the glove out of cardboard.

It gives Dads and sons something to talk about.

Baseball is a game for dreamers.  Its ebbs and flows conducive to using your imagination.

Every ballpark is unique.

It is the perfect spectator sport. Plots, subplots, action and breaks in action to talk to your friend.

It is as fun to watch the defensive aspect of the game as it is the offense.

The most exciting plays in sports: The play-at-the-plate and the walkoff HR.

It is both a team sport……. and an individual sport.

Uniforms, like the players who wear them, give us the means to savour the game’s past.

It signifies a rebirth from the death that is winter.

Accuracy & Speed
The mind to take in and readjust to the unexpected
The possession of more than one talent
to work on and harness without special orders

There are virtues that shine in baseball
It is graphic and choreographic
Baseball is a kind of collective chess
With arms and legs in full play, on display

in the sunlight.

Out of the ‘Big 4′ sports (MLB, NBA, NHL, NFL) baseball is the only sport where the winning team can’t run out the clock.

A team can bring back an era, a player can recreate the sense of a year
Baseball freezes these moments and holds them until you want to think about them
and then they’re released again
and all their youthful energy and vitality as they were

Ballplayers never age in memory
They are always young.

It is a total sensory experience – the feel of the sun, smell of the grass, a summer breeze, the sound of leather cracking and bats on balls.  It definitely beats the sound of squeaking running shoes on a parquet floor.

It may have the finest finesse move in all sports, the 6-4-3 (or 4-6-3) double play.

The electicity in the ball park when the ‘closer’ comes in out of the pen. Whether it is Trevor Hoffman coming out to the sounds of “Hells Bells” or Eric Gagne coming out to his ‘Game Over’ routine, the ball park will be rocking when the hired gun comes in to shut things down.

And now I would like to invite you to the mopupduty.com poetry corner. Take off your shoes Mr. Rogers-style, pull up a chair and enjoy.

Mister Rogers 

The Reason for Rainbows (A Song to Baseball)
by J. Patrick Lewis 

There was an Old Man of Late Summer
Met a Winter Boy out of the blue,
And he whisked him away
From the city one day
Just to show him what country boys do.

He taught him three whys of a rooster,
And he showed him two hows of a hen.
Then he’d try to bewitch him
With curveballs he’d pitch him
Again and again and again.

He taught him the reason for rainbows,
And he showed him why lightning was king,
Then he fingered the last ball
A wicked hop fastball
He threw to the plate on a string.

Oh, the Old Summer Man and the Young Winter Lad
Spent the light of each dayevery moment they had
In the wind and the rain, or the late summer sun,
Where he taught him to pitch and he taught him to run
In the wind and rain and the late summer sun.

But when that Old Man of Late Summer
Met the Winter Boy out of the blue,
He said to him, Son,
You can pitch, you can run,
But to hit here is what you must do:

Just pretend that the stick on your shoulder
Is as wide as a bald eagle’s wing.
You’re a bird on a wire
And your hands are on fire
But you’re never too eager to swing.

Stand as still as a rabbit in danger,
Watch the pitch with the eyes of a cat.
What will fly past the mound
Unforgettable sound
Is the ball as it cracks off the bat

Oh, the Old Summer Man and the Young Winter Lad
Spent the light of each dayevery moment they had
In the wind and the rain, or the late summer sun,
Where he taught him to pitch and he taught him to run
In the wind and rain and the late summer sun.

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