Originally Posted by Xisbum
Not too often do we guys find a woman who appreciates and understands what some of us still consider the National Pasttime.
Thanks, X. Coming from you that's a true compliment. I'll tip up a shot of Maker's.
But it's genetic. My dad listened many a times on a small transistor radio to the Yankees games (because the NYC signal made it down this far)...and Richmond even had a Yankees farm club for many years...before pulling out (almost in the middle of the night) and leaving the city without a team for a year. Braves swooped in and stayed til 2008...when they
left the city...without a team for another year. Dad took me as an infant to games and we watched them every Saturday afternoon on TV together (along with the tennis matches that the major networks used to air LOL). I've been to Spring Training 3 times and had R-Braves season tickets for 20 years. I kept The Book for my HS baseball team and had to overhear our coach get yelled at by opposing coaches, umpires and parents about it but he was adamant that I knew my stuff. And back in the day before spreadsheets (much less having 'an app for that') I had the stats posted by their locker room before the next day's practice. To this day, when I need a 3-digit code, I'll pick 3-6-1 because it's my fav DP to watch.
But I haven't watched any MLB in probably 5 years...much less an entire 9-inning affair in probably 10. To keep the Addiction alive, I'll trek on down to the local American Legion games or a HS contest. Have also enjoyed a college game or two here and there...but I intensely dislike the tink of aluminum bats....and so it's a bittersweet fix. Not sure what I would have done if I'd had a son. That wanted to play.