Have you ever stopped and thought about why you love the game of baseball as you do and not some other sport?
Why your son(s) are into the game as much,if not more than you the parent?
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Yes. Some of my friends (non baseball players) don't get how I even get pleasure from just having a catch. I wrestle and I don't like it, but its a good wrokout, and its fun sometimes, but compared to baseball its horrible. I know its got to start with my dad, he grew me and my brothers up on baseball. I think he did the best job on me. One brother plays, but isnt obssesed like me- he'd put things in front of baseball. Next, he barely plays but he enjoys it, I guess. Me, I'm lovin it. My little brother likes it alot, but that could be some of my influence. I love it, I don't know exactly why.
People love things like chocolate, going to movies, taking long walks and friendly pets. Baseball is so much more that love of the game is just one component. We discover baseball, grow to love the game and, eventually, it elevates in value beyond our control and becomes a part of who we are. Thankfully!
I was born in St. Louis in the 50's. We took in baseball with the air.
If you don't love baseball in St. Louis, they actually take away your right to vote. (Well, they should.....
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If you don't love baseball in St. Louis, they actually take away your right to vote. (Well, they should.....
)quote:Originally posted by Orlando:
I was born in St. Louis in the 50's. We took in baseball with the air.
If you don't love baseball in St. Louis, they actually take away your right to vote. (Well, they should.....
St. Louis and Baseball - Is there anywhere else? (Of course, I know most of you don't know that because they aren't on either coast. LOL!)
It's funny, I used to love basketball, got me thru college and all I wanted was to teach my son. I hated baseball, however when my son came along, his first love was baseball, now I would rather watch him or practice hitting or throwing with him than sit down and watch a college basketball game. My interests changed just to be able to enjoy the same thing my son does. I always thought it was important to share the same interests as your children, you enjoy it and they get to spend alot of quality time with you. Best of both worlds. Now if only I can get into girl's fastpitch softball. LOL
I was born in very rainy (100" annual rainfall) Tillamook on the coast of Oregon in the 50's. As a youngster I vaguely remember seeing a game on the TEE VEE with Roger Maris playing...all the adults were sitting around and watching it...he may have broken some record or other that day...don't know...us kids were more interseted in going out and getting a dirt clod fight started.
These dirt clod fights could only occur during the few brief times during the year that it didn't rain...when it was wet the dirt didn't clod...it was just mud. We had to wait for a dry spell so the dirt would harden...if it was too soft it would fly apart in the air...unable to inflict pain on its target.
I suppose our throwing velocity and accuracy where every bit as important in dirt clod fighting as it would have been in playing baseball. We did alot of skipping stones also...lots of side-arm action.
In later years, away from the coast, I proved to have a strong and accurate arm while playing ball in the neighborhood.
When it was too wet in Tillamook for our dirt clod fights, which was most of the time, we would either pour salt on those big banana slugs (7 to 8 inches long) or run over them with our bikes.
I'm sure those slugs wished we knew a thing or two about baseball!
These dirt clod fights could only occur during the few brief times during the year that it didn't rain...when it was wet the dirt didn't clod...it was just mud. We had to wait for a dry spell so the dirt would harden...if it was too soft it would fly apart in the air...unable to inflict pain on its target.
I suppose our throwing velocity and accuracy where every bit as important in dirt clod fighting as it would have been in playing baseball. We did alot of skipping stones also...lots of side-arm action.
In later years, away from the coast, I proved to have a strong and accurate arm while playing ball in the neighborhood.
When it was too wet in Tillamook for our dirt clod fights, which was most of the time, we would either pour salt on those big banana slugs (7 to 8 inches long) or run over them with our bikes.
I'm sure those slugs wished we knew a thing or two about baseball!
Oh yes, the dirt clods. I forgot all about the dirt clods. Being from that state above you.
We used to put them under ground for a day to dry them out.
But you always had that jerk who would put a small rock in his!
We used to put them under ground for a day to dry them out.
But you always had that jerk who would put a small rock in his!
theEH:
You callin' me a jerk just 'cause I'm innovative?
Remember...this was during the Cold War and we did have an "arms race" going on...
You callin' me a jerk just 'cause I'm innovative?
Remember...this was during the Cold War and we did have an "arms race" going on...
I got a scar above my left cause of you! LOL
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Is that like putting stones in snowballs?
I think that they used to put the snowballs in the freezer for an hour! LOL
theEH:
That reminds me of my friend Ricky Schneider who put his hamster in the freezer for an hour or so...he then defrosted it in the oven until it was thawed and running all over the place. Why? No reason really...perhaps a home biology experiment.
I don't think he was planning to use the hamster in lieu of a snowball. Thank heavens they, like most all households back then, didn't have a microwave oven!
That reminds me of my friend Ricky Schneider who put his hamster in the freezer for an hour or so...he then defrosted it in the oven until it was thawed and running all over the place. Why? No reason really...perhaps a home biology experiment.
I don't think he was planning to use the hamster in lieu of a snowball. Thank heavens they, like most all households back then, didn't have a microwave oven!