Because it does. I love this game, seriously. Baseball is not just a game. It requires strategy, patience, love, a competitive spirit, perseverance, faith, hope, and a little luck.
I personally see baseball as a reflection of life. Like baseball, life requires those items mentioned above. It’s a long race, and if you don’t arm yourself with these (and a few other things), the race called life may seem more daunting than it needs to be.
Take me for example. I’ve been on a very interesting journey.
High school was high school. It was an experience, and I wouldn’t trade it for the world.
College however was like a season of baseball. Long, hard, exciting, frustrating, confusing and filled with mountains and valleys. College was where I figured out I had no idea what I wanted to do. It made me realize that just because I wanted to do something didn’t mean I was supposed do do something. I lost count how many times I changed my major (not realizing that I just needed a degree that was practical and that I was good at that could be marketable in this psychotic economy). Like baseball, I learned what not to do, so as to not make critical mistakes that could have set me back and lost me the World Series! (or the Real World…)
See, baseball does rock. It also teaches life lessons. (Let me be clear. The game itself, not the players. Some players aren’t whom I consider reputable.)
Also, Happy Memorial Day to all the servicemen and women. Thanks for what you do!
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