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Ltlabner
07-01-2006, 11:00 AM
Since everybody is as high as a kite after Dunner's heroic and majestic game winning grandslam last night (with 2 outs), I thought I'd throw this out.

Why exactly do you love the game of baseball?

As you know, I like to throw out questions for discussion and see what happens. I've asked the question before, "when did you fall in love with baseball", but never have asked "what is it" that you love about this game.

I'd be interested to hear your replies.

Benny-Distefano
07-01-2006, 11:34 AM
The words to "Take Me Out to the Ballgame" are why I love baseball.

...I'm lukewarm about MLB though... ;)

If the Reds were in their usual tailspin at this point, I would have already switched to the Louisville Bats. Minor League ball reminds me how it used to be, and how it should be.

SunDeck
07-01-2006, 12:35 PM
Four words: Built in beer breaks.

macro
07-01-2006, 12:49 PM
As a kid, baseball season meant school was out. The days were warm and long, and we didn't have to wrap up in layers of clothes to go out. The Reds were on the radio and we listened outside while playing catch or eating hot dogs and ice cream. It seemed that no one was ever sick with colds and flu during baseball season, like they were during the winter.

The smells of baseball were bubble gum, fresh dirt, newly-cut grass, and leather gloves, unlike the smells of gyms and sweaty locker rooms, which I had just as soon forget. If you fell playing baseball, you landed on that fresh dirt or grass, instead of squeeking across a hardwood floor.

I loved (and still love, in case no one has noticed :) ) the baseball uniform, and loved putting one on. This was much better than having to wear a too-revealing jersey and short shorts, which is what basketball players wore in those days. I loved baseball cards and would spend hours lying in the floor studying them.

And of course, my list of reasons for loving baseball would be incomplete without mentioning the Cincinnati Reds of the 1970s.

BuckWoody
07-01-2006, 01:11 PM
Macro, my thoughts are nearly identical to yours...especially the smells. Every once in a while I'll get a whiff of that combination of dirt, bubble gum, grass, leather, and tobacco (at least where/when I played) and I go right back to the ballparks where I grew up playing. Being an impressionable little kid during the glory days of the Big Red Machine certainly helped fuel my love for the game as well.

Possibly more than anything else, though, is the Yogi factor; it's never over until it's over. I love football but if you’re down two scores with two minutes left in the game, no time outs, and the bad guys have the ball, the game is over. In baseball you can be down two or more scores, last at bat, two outs, an 0-2 count and all it takes is one swing and the rally is on! I find very few things in sport as exciting as the walk-off game-winning hit.

Fullboat
07-01-2006, 03:36 PM
because of its unpredictability....the its not over till its over feel of the game.

Reds1
07-01-2006, 03:42 PM
That's like asking why I like Ice Cream or Candy. Somethings are just so great you just do!

revengeofSAGET
07-01-2006, 03:56 PM
A few weeks ago I was at a Brewer game where Geoff Jenkins hit a game-winning double in the bottom of the 9th. I turned to a guy in our group and said something like, "Holy Jesus do I love baseball!"

I guess it's the "it ain't over till it's over" deal for me.


Dunn's homer last night was freaky cool too. If I was an Indian's fan I would've committed suicide last night.

Reds1
07-01-2006, 03:59 PM
A few weeks ago I was at a Brewer game where Geoff Jenkins hit a game-winning double in the bottom of the 9th. I turned to a guy in our group and said something like, "Holy Jesus do I love baseball!"

I guess it's the "it ain't over till it's over" deal for me.


Dunn's homer last night was freaky cool too. If I was an Indian's fan I would've committed suicide last night.

It was nice to be on the other side. It seems our BP has done that to us a few times lately. We even got the joy of the cards losing and now in 1st place. Just a great night. Hope they can follow through tonight. Go Joe Mays.

Scrap Irony
07-01-2006, 04:00 PM
Tossing ball in the backyard with Dad, neither of us saying anything. Just the soft plop of ball against mitt.

No clock, no time limit, just ball and mitt, bat and bases that could go on forever.

The turn of the 6-4-3, with the second baseman leaping high over a sliding runner.

The burst of speed from a runner legging out a triple, then sliding headlong into third base.

The umpire, arbiter of all things fair and just, deciding each pitch.

The toe, the stretch, the violent explosion requiring pinpoint accuracy.

The dive and throw from foul ground after a smash down the third base line to just nip the runner.

Keeping score.

Being taught how to keep score by your grandfather.

Listening to the radio late at night, dying with each pitch. agonizing over each out.

Joe Charboneau and Joe DiMaggio.

The Iron Horse and Scrap Iron.

Bill Veeck.

Rick Monday dashing away with the American flag held high.

Dick Schofield and Adam Dunn-- both capable of hitting grand slams to win games with 2 outs in the bottom of the ninth.

Stan the Man.

Jow Morgan's chicken wing.

The laser beam throw from deep right field to nail a runner trying to scamper home. Or not.

The dust. The dirt.

The spit ring around Lenny Dykstra in center field.

Junior's smile.

The joy of every young boy who runs across home plate with a run.

The Clown Prince.

Minor league stadiums, with adverstisements across the outfield fences.

Rodney McCray breaking a fence in the pursuit of a fly ball.

The Say Hey Kid.

Redemption and the goat, and the surety there's always the next pitch, the next inning, the next game, the next season.

revengeofSAGET
07-01-2006, 04:01 PM
It was nice to be on the other side. It seems our BP has done that to us a few times lately. We even got the joy of the cards losing and now in 1st place. Just a great night. Hope they can follow through tonight. Go Joe Mays.

Here's to the Cardinals fading fast.

*Cheers*

dougdirt
07-01-2006, 04:07 PM
Why I love baseball? Its not something I can describe. The joy it brings to me, the beauty of the game...the feeling of hitting a ball with a wooden bat or throwing a ball 60 feet 6 inches or gunning one from center to home, the way it makes me feel just cant be described.

Matt700wlw
07-01-2006, 04:51 PM
Since everybody is as high as a kite after Dunner's heroic and majestic game winning grandslam last night (with 2 outs), I thought I'd throw this out.

Why exactly do you love the game of baseball?

As you know, I like to throw out questions for discussion and see what happens. I've asked the question before, "when did you fall in love with baseball", but never have asked "what is it" that you love about this game.

I'd be interested to hear your replies.

My first baseball memory was 4192. I was at my grandma and grandpa's house watching the game with them and my dad.

I was 5. I didn't quite know the significance of what Pete did at the time, but I remember it like it was yesterday.

RFS62
07-01-2006, 05:51 PM
Waking up at daylight and rushing to the window to see if it's raining and if you can play today.

Bursting out the door right after breakfast, sliding your glove over the handlebars and peddling down the road with your bat on your sholder, heading for the vacant lot.

Playing catch, pickel, pepper, fantastic catch...... hanging out all day with your buddies talking about baseball.

The sound of spikes clacking on the concrete or wooden dugout floor. The smell of freshly mown grass. The tactile pleasures of the glove, the catchers gear, the uniform stitching.

The butterflies of anticipation and sheer joy as the first pitch grows near.

The laughter of your teammates. The incredible rush when you make a nice play or get a hit.

Rushing home to catch the game on TV, or listening on the radio out in the front yard. Falling asleep with a transistor radio on. Getting busted in class running an earpiece up your sleeve to catch a day game of the World Series.

Moving away, and searching USA Today for any nugget of information you can get on your team. Watching other teams in other parks as you travel.

Finding the internet, and discovering a whole world of information and opportunity to learn more. Making friends you'll likely never meet in such an unlikely venue as RedsZone.

Watching games on Extra Innings, finally able to see all the players nearly as often as you want, something fans of earlier generations didn't dream of.

Watching young players grow and develop, helping the ones you have the good fortune to be involved with.

Passing on your love and whatever knowledge you've gleaned from a lifetime of fascination with the greatest game ever invented.

Ltlabner
07-01-2006, 11:54 PM
I love baseball for many reasons.

Sitting at Riverfront with my father catching foul balls in the late 70's.

A pitcher named Sandy Koufax and names like Bench, Rose, Morgan, Foster, Perez, Griffey, Sparky.

The beauty of a perfectly thrown sinker. The grace of a long arcing home run. The rush from a no-doubter. Seeing a runner thrown out at 2B. The thrill of seeing a runner score from 1B on a shot to the alley and just barely beating the tag.

Listening to Marty and Joe late at night on a transistor radio. Baseball is a game you can visualize while listening on the radio. Every word of description of the PBP adds to the picture in your mind. Joe yelling "get out, get out" in the backgroud of a Marty home run call.

The sound of the crack of a bat. The batter just won the battle against the pitcher, but may loose one against a fielder. A fielder is preparing to due battle with the hit pitch. The announcer is describing the play and the fan is glued to the ball in motion. It all starts with the sound of a ball hitting a wooden bat at 85 to 95mph.

Come from behind victories. 2 out hits that win games. Extra innings games where the atomosphre gets tenser with every pitch. An afternoon game on a warm summer day. The roar of the crowd on a big play.

The anticipation as you are walking into the stadium and the thrill of victory as the crown streams out of it. The race to the car to try to hear the "Breneman Report". Eating so much junk at the ballpark that you almost get sick.

There is order in baseball yet at the same time you have 27 outs of random outcomes.

IowaRed
07-02-2006, 12:34 AM
A George Foster home run

The hustle and love for the game of players like Cobb and Rose

Everything Casey

How I felt after 30+ years of listening to Reds baseball on the radio and watching Reds baseball on TV, to actually walk into Riverfront for the first time and see where my heroes had played

Jr's inside the park home run against the Cards and Larkin breaking his Grand Slam-less streak

Watching how fast Bret Boone got rid of the ball on a DP

Watching Griffey Sr. run to 1st

Davey going into the hole and making a 1-hop throw to 1st

Watching Morgan take a lead off 1st

Endless hours in the backyard on hot summer days, writing Rose 14 on the back of an old t-shirt, crouching and trying to hit to all fields

Enjoying my wife's love of Reds baseball

Reading voraciously as a kid about Ruth, Gehrig, Cobb, Mathewson, Johnson

Reds vs. Orioles, me vs. my brother since the early 70's

Sandy Koufax

Willie Mays

Northern Dancer
07-02-2006, 12:41 AM
For me, in addition to what has already been cited:

No clock, therefore no need for stupid 'ball control' or running out the clock. Everyone has to play honest - to win, you still have to get that 3rd out.

Not having to worry about a great play being called back due to a penalty, or having to wait for the officials to sort out the infractions. If there's one thing I hate about football, its cheering a touchdown only to see a flag on the play 'bring it back'. In baseball, its either fair or foul, safe or out.

Henry Aaron - He's the reason I became hooked on baseball as a child.

1976 Reds - I attended my first and only MLB game in late July of '76, and witnessed the Giants beat the Reds at Riverfront Stadium. But seeing Rose, Bench, Perez, Morgan et al. was a genuine thrill for this young lad. I've been a Reds fan ever since.

And I will be able to enjoy some of those memories now that my 1975 WS DVD set arrived this week. Here's hoping they do something similar for the 1990 WS as well and that the Reds will make some noise in the post season this year. :pray:

TOBTTReds
07-02-2006, 01:32 AM
The field. Just look at a nice one, the great short cut grass like a fairway, the dirt groomed perfectly.

The sounds.

I work for a college team around here and when I am on the field say during BP or infield, I could not ask to be anywhere else. Being on the field with a glove on your hand and just tossing a baseball to someone else, hearing the glove pop, is just unbelievable to me. I think my number one reason though is because of the care free environment. I am so lucky to have a good homelife and everything else I could ask for, but the care free time on the field is just unexplainable.

What's the number one thing I care about at batting practice?: Do I have enough seads in my pocket to last the BP session. Just a feeling unlike any other, especially fields that are in nature areas (not on a highway). It can be so quiet that you can hear the seams spinning on every toss.

I love the sounds that wooden bats make. When they strike a ball well, or even in the dugout when they rattle against each other sounds cool.

Seads or dipping. I don't dip, but it is the one place in the United States where it is widely socially acceptable on someone elses property, whether you are playing in New York, San Fran, or Tennessee, you might see more than half the players dipping.

I also love the idea that 100 years ago, people were playing almost the exact same game! That is unbelievable to me. The ball and the bat are almost still the same, gloves have evolved a little bit. Same dimensions, and outdoors! Not inside on fake ice, no easy points on dunks or the added 3-point line, no extra padding like in football that wasn't there before. This is the same game. Just awesome.

WVRedsFan
07-02-2006, 02:26 AM
It's Summer. The weather's good and the game is outside. You can go in your shirtsleeves. There's no time limit. They play until thre are 54 outs made (or 51 if the hom team's ahead). There's no two minute drill or nickel back coverage to worry about. Just a man throwing a ball to a man and that man trying to hit it where they ain't.

There are 162 of them (games). It's played nearly every night. No waiting a week to avenge a loss or continue a winning streak. You can be down 10 runs and still win.

I love it.

HumnHilghtFreel
07-02-2006, 03:10 AM
I love baseball because I've played it since I was in kindergarten(now that I just graduated highschool I probably won't continue) and before that I would go to my brother's highschool games.

I love that it can be such a laid back game, but at the same time there are so many little things going on. That the teams play just about every day. The drama of a 1 run lead in the bottom of the ninth. I love the atmosphere of the ballpark.

There's a lot to love, and I could write pages more, but I'll keep it short. :)

OnBaseMachine
07-02-2006, 03:50 AM
I just love everything about baseball. Screw basketball and football, baseball is America's pastime. I've played the game all of my life up until last year when I graduated from high school. Even now I miss playing and am looking into playing in a softball league. I still love passing ball with my dad, brother, or anyone I can find. The game means so much to me and my family. My dad and his eight brothers and sisters all grew up as Reds fans, and because of that I've been a huge Reds fan and baseball fan since I was old enough to understand what it was. I just love eveything about it, from the crack of the bat to the smell of hotdogs to the look and smell of the green grass. Baseball isn't just a sport, it's life.

FoReel
07-02-2006, 04:00 AM
Baseball is one of the rare sports that apease almost all of ur senses.
The crack of the bat
Popping of a mit
Smell of the various items in baseball
The sight when you walk into GABP
Joy and anxiety wether ur team wins or loses
Anticipation of waiting to watch the game
The feel of buttery leather
Caluses on your hands from taking swings with a bat
Ken Griffeys sweet and smooth swing
The joy my little bro had when we would watch the game, run outside, and turn double plays, catch pop ups, and play wiffle ball just like the bros(I will miss that)
The chance to win the little league state title
The number one reason bc i feel the same way about hockey as i do baseball
Just the little stuff in the game makes me love it.