I get excited by watching baseball. Most of my friends, who tend to like football (which I also enjoy) think baseball is boring and dull. I suppose that more accurately describes my personality and I wonder if this is why I gravitate towards this particular sport. It doesn't move quickly and it is not full of hard hits and bloody carnage. But it is more a test of the mind, the body, and the spirit, I think. There is strategy, patience (inherent in the game itself) and stamina. I also don't think many realize how difficult it really is to hit a round ball with a round bat. So, it is something I enjoy. And I really love my Phillies. Last year was wonderful, after struggling to stick with them for 28 years, they finally won another World Series. And while this is exciting for me, I often wonder why so many of us get so concerned about sports. It is a chance, I suppose, to live vicarious lives. It's akin to the virtual community that allows us to escape, be someone else, not have to deal with the reality of everyday struggles. Does God really care about our sporting? As was said to me once, "Maybe it's a better outlet for our barbaric tendencies than killing each other in hand-to-hand combat." I would have to agree. Anyway, I'll continue to relish the chance to root for my team and cheer them on--whatever that is supposed to mean.
I get excited by watching baseball. Most of my friends, who tend to like football (which I also enjoy) think baseball is boring and dull. I suppose that more accurately describes my personality and I wonder if this is why I gravitate towards this particular sport. It doesn't move quickly and it is not full of hard hits and bloody carnage. But it is more a test of the mind, the body, and the spirit, I think. There is strategy, patience (inherent in the game itself) and stamina. I also don't think many realize how difficult it really is to hit a round ball with a round bat. So, it is something I enjoy. And I really love my Phillies. Last year was wonderful, after struggling to stick with them for 28 years, they finally won another World Series. And while this is exciting for me, I often wonder why so many of us get so concerned about sports. It is a chance, I suppose, to live vicarious lives. It's akin to the virtual community that allows us to escape, be someone else, not have to deal with the reality of everyday struggles. Does God really care about our sporting? As was said to me once, "Maybe it's a better outlet for our barbaric tendencies than killing each other in hand-to-hand combat." I would have to agree. Anyway, I'll continue to relish the chance to root for my team and cheer them on--whatever that is supposed to mean.