Don’t @ me. Don’t even try. You can have your football and basketball and hockey and whatever sport you choose.
Me? Gimme baseball. All three-plus tedious hours of baseball. Gimme the pitching changes so you’d an get a lefty-versus-lefty match up. Gimme batting glove adjustments, the catcher calling time to talk strategy with the pitcher, the triumphant trot around the bases after slamming a home run.
Is baseball boring? Of course it is. And I like it that way.
I work a full-time job, drive an hour each way to the office, and I’m Dad to three children, one of whom is just about a month old. I have enough excitement in my life.
If I can sit down at about 7:10 p.m., just in time for the first pitch, turn off the mind and enjoy the timelessness of baseball, then I’m doing okay.
Baseball is kicking back under a summer sun (unless someone convinced you to build a dome), a glass of boxed wine, a chance to share with my sons the experience of being a fan. So what if they last no more than two innings. They’re kids! They should be outside anyway.
My sons play three sports — basketball, soccer, and … no surprise here … baseball. And if you’re one of the folks who think baseball is the worst because you think it’s boring, lemme make a suggestion to you.
Try coaching T-ball. That’ll cure you. When you coach T-ball, you are on edge every minute of a game, hoping the kids learn something, keeping them focused on the game instead of playing in the dirt, getting euphoric if they actually catch the ball or drive one into the outfield.
Do I think the baseball powers-that-be could speed the game up? Sure I do. I think there are many good ideas out there — a pitching clock, limited visits to the mound, outlawing the shift.
But at its heart, it’s a pedestrian game. Give me one a week I can watch at home, and I am renewed.
Dave Pidgeon is a photographer and writer from Lancaster, Pa.