(Here’s one I wrote a few years back…)
I hate baseball.
I know those are strong words, but it took me a long time to get here. You know, the truth probably is I don’t really hate baseball – hate is such a hard word. So how about this: I dislike baseball.
A little background: When I was a kid growing up in my little town I played a lot of baseball. I played it at school and I played it in the neighborhood. And sometimes, I even watched it on television.
But it was not my favorite sport – I preferred football and soccer. To me there just wasn’t enough going on in a baseball game. It seemed liked long stretches of boredom, punctuated with the occasional spurt of excitement – kind of like a fire station. You stood around waiting for something to happen, and then when it did you hoped you were part of the action. Continue reading →