Much like Matt, I love baseball. I wish I could say I love it just as much as he does, but I don’t think that is humanly possible…for anyone. The start of baseball is finally here. Read below to learn more about Matt’s love for baseball.
& the joy of baseball
Welcome to my favorite time of the year. Why is it my favorite time of the year you may ask? It’s because baseball is finally back. The smell of freshly cut grass, the taste of hot dogs and ranch sunflower seeds, the loud roar of the crowd, the heckler down the first baseline who won’t stop jeering Ryan Braun for taking steroids, the crack of the bat and the snap of the catcher’s mitt after receiving a 98 mph fastball – those are some of the greatest sounds, smells and tastes associated with baseball season now here.
Baseball is in my blood. It always has been, ever since the first time my Dad put a baby baseball glove in my crib as an infant. I pretty much eat, sleep and breathe baseball. I’m a diehard Cubs fan, (or the “Little Bears” as Kendal Ann likes to call them) with every season being an up-and-down rollercoaster ride.
In the last two days, I’ve watched four Spring Training games. For me, baseball is baseball. I don’t care if the Opening Day starters are playing or if the prospects or Non-Roster Invitees are playing, I’ll watch it. For example, I’m currently watching the Washington Nationals versus New York Mets. In 30 minutes, I’ll be flipping to the Chicago Cubs versus Los Angeles Angels of Anaheim game. Like I said, I love baseball.
Hip hip hooray for baseball being back on TV. I know Spring Training doesn’t mean much, but it’s the last time from now until November where there won’t be baseball on TV. That right there brings joy to my heart.