Oh, yes, it's that time of year again: baseball preseason is in full gear. The Indians are about to play the Astros in their first game of the preseason. I have the feed coming through the wires and I'm as excited as a kid on the last day of school. Last year I cried when I saw my team take the field. This year, undoubtedly I will again, because I feel close to doing so now and all I've heard so far is Tom Hamilton's voice.
As an intelligent, progressive woman, I sometimes puzzle over the incredible depth of feeling that I have for my team, and for baseball in general. There are many aspects of the game that I don't care for. But the feeling that baseball elicits in me is truly unique and I love it in a way that is hard to describe. There is something incredibly beautiful about baseball. It is an artful game, full of complexities and difficulty, striving and failure, grass and sky.
Posted by Elizabeth at March 3, 2005 12:22 PM