I've met a number of women recently who love Football but don't understand my love of Baseball. I've finally articulated my view of the two games
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That's an excellent way of putting it. For all that football is my first love - and you have just inspired me to write my own LJ entry about it - I would rather, if given the choice, spend a lazy day at the ballpark than one crowded into a raucous football stadium.
Speaking of which ... I need to buy Giants tix for some day in Autumn. They're even in the thick of the wild-card race.
Back when I was young, it occurred to me that I really liked playing football, but I hated watching it. Playing, hey, what's not to like? You crouch down and some guy yells some numbers and you jump up and hit a guy. Way cool. But watching it? Vaguely gorilla-shaped people push a ball back and forth and I can't remotely give a shit.
Baseball is exactly the opposite. Playing it? Booooring. Especially if you're relatively weak on the running/throwing/catching stuff, in which case they pick you last and stick you in right field and most of the game is spent watching grass grow. But watching it has this delicious narrative drama, wheels within wheels within wheels, at-bats within innings within games within seasons, the stakes rising ever higher and higher until the playoffs, a hundred perfect little moments per game, each one adding its tiny little mote of significance to the overall story of The Year The Red Sox Won or whatever. Love it.
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Speaking of which ... I need to buy Giants tix for some day in Autumn. They're even in the thick of the wild-card race.
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Baseball is exactly the opposite. Playing it? Booooring. Especially if you're relatively weak on the running/throwing/catching stuff, in which case they pick you last and stick you in right field and most of the game is spent watching grass grow. But watching it has this delicious narrative drama, wheels within wheels within wheels, at-bats within innings within games within seasons, the stakes rising ever higher and higher until the playoffs, a hundred perfect little moments per game, each one adding its tiny little mote of significance to the overall story of The Year The Red Sox Won or whatever. Love it.
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