I remember the first time someone asked me why I like baseball so much, it seemed odd to watch a girl enthralled in every pitch, jumping up and down, holding her breath, but that’s me. Every game seems to deal me at least one moment where I want so badly to close my eyes, but you have to keep them open, like, watching a scary movie through the cracks of your fingers.
And at first, I couldn’t answer their question. Why do I like baseball? Then I thought, baseball is life. A sport where imperfection is the norm and failure surrounds you. Where even perfect has its flaws. In the moment, it seems like every mistake matters, every strike, every pop fly. But in the end, you have time, you make the mistakes and move on, there will be another pitch, you’ll get another chance. And with every swinging strike or foul ball, you learn, you grow. You play every game like it’s your last one, but its not.
That’s why I love baseball, you get a little slice of life with every pitch.
