There's nothing like the game of baseball. It's the one sport that really hits home and resonates with every American. Everyone lives for moments like a grand slam at the bottom of the ninth with two outs and two strikes. The World Series is most exciting when you reach game seven. I'm not a Cubs fan, but they sure deserved their victory this Series.
There's something about the stadium experience that reminds you of being a kid. The hot dogs, ice cream, popcorn, and cracker jacks, wearing your teams shirts and hats, singing at the seventh inning stretch, and cheering for the home runs are some of the greatest moments. Every moment, every smell, every cheer is all part of that thing called baseball.
One of my favorite memories is being at a Yankee game (my favorite team) and sharing their shutout game. Or the time we had free tickets in box seats and could actually see the players. Loyalty to a team gives you hope. It makes you believe against odds and in a sense follow something bigger than yourself.
A great line from Field of Dreams: "The one constant through all the years, Ray, has been baseball. America has rolled by like an army of steamrollers. It has been erased like a blackboard, rebuilt and erased again. But baseball has marked the time. This field, this game: it's part of our past, Ray. It reminds us of all that was once good and it could be again."
Baseball is America's game. It's part of our past and part of our legacy, and will continue on as long as there are people who love the game.