baseball is the most zen of sports - not "Zen" in caps, but zen all lowercase you go to a baseball game because you want to sit outside for a couple hours and enjoy the weather / think about nothing in particular, and sometimes something mildly interesting happens and you get to participate in the group happiness of a stadium full of people entertained by a home run or a clever bunt or something baseball is the game you take your kids and your grandkids to to eat some popcorn or peanuts or a hot dog or something, and get ice cream after the game you can enjoy baseball on any level of understanding of it from "jack shit" to "nate silver", and that's okay, because actually going out to see a baseball game is not really about the game that's why there are 10 thousand games per season and they play through the summer is because baseball is about slowing way down and enjoying little things in the moment you experience them the "exciting" part of baseball is in the playoffs so if that's your goal just wait until then there's an unaffiliated minor league about a half hour away from here with 4 teams and one stadium - they have a little plaza with food vendors and a playground, and there's a grass hill in the outfield that you can sit on and watch from, and they have little gimmicks to get people there like fireworks and a dog that gets the bats, and there's beauty in that experience that's really important there's baseball happening in the middle there but the important part is everything on the edges
For the reasons you stated I find it to be the perfect background noise on television. I'm not alone in enjoying having the TV turned on to nothing important. For me it turns down the volume in my stupid brain. Baseball is perfect for this. The crack of the bat is all the information you need to know you may want to pay attention for a second. Or not because it's probably foul
flagamuffin, come rage against this. I hope you’re well, bruh :).
In Atlanta you leave to beat the traffic because this city manufactures fair weather fans like none else. They left during the World Series when they had a once in a lifetime lineup. Making it back to Norcross in time for beddy bye is vastly more important
I would argue that if you're trying to decide when to leave a ballgame, especially based on whether the game will be "exciting" or not, you've totally missed the point of baseball. This link is getting fucked up because of the tilde inside (mk using \ before the tilde also doesn't help) but: https://mason.gmu.edu/~rmatz/giamatti.htmlWhatever the reason, it seemed to me that I was investing more and more in baseball, making the game do more of the work that keeps time fat and slow and lazy. I was counting on the game's deep patterns, three strikes, three outs, three times three innings, and its deepest impulse, to go out and back, to leave and to return home, to set the order of the day and to organize the daylight. I wrote a few things this last summer, this summer that did not last, nothing grand but some things, and yet that work was just camouflage. The real activity was done with the radio--not the all-seeing, all-falsifying television--and was the playing of the game in the only place it will last, the enclosed green field of the mind. There, in that warm, bright place, what the old poet called Mutability does not so quickly come.