I fully understand the draw and appeal of American football, soccer, hockey and basketball. Friends and coworkers condemn baseball for being “boring” and “slow”. But its appeal goes far deeper than the game itself.
I personally find few sounds as inherently calming and primally peaceful than Major League Baseball play- by- play on the radio.
This past Sunday we made the short drive to Truist Park to spend several hours of my adult daughter’s birthday at the Braves- Diamondbacks game. I was aware that her boyfriend was a huge baseball fan but hadn’t realized why until we had a chance to talk on the way to the ballpark.
When the young man was only 10, his father was killed in a traffic accident. At that time, the boy had already amassed an impressive collection of signed baseballs including ones from such greats as Phil Neikro, Dale Murphy and Hank Aaron. How did he get all those signed baseballs?
From the young man’s earliest memories, his dad took him to Atlanta Braves games at least twice a week. When the boy entered elementary school, the dad would check him out early to catch batting practice. The two showed up so often at games that Braves players, coaches and even executives such as the late, great Hank Aaron actually recognized the young dad and his chunky blond- haired son. Many went out of their way to have direct conversations with the boy and were happy to autograph his baseballs.