Playing baseball (and, eventually, softball) taught me everything I needed to know about life, about decision-making, about teams, about feminism.
But major league baseball sometimes leaves one cold — and that’s not just when your team doesn’t win. And I’m not the only one to think this.
It was *the* game of childhood.
I don’t begrudge the players what they earn. But it became a rich person’s game, at that level.
I find I can only root for the teams in smaller markets to beat the teams in bigger markets. It pleases me, obscurely, when the millionaires beat the billionaires.
I think that’s why this time — though I don’t follow either team, much (GO CARDS!) — I was pulling for the Phillies. Oh, well.
I miss softball. While on vacation over the summer, our family stopped in at a rec center with batting cages. I hit a few and boy did it feel good – even if I was a little rusty.
You know what? I still go to batting cages.
I’ve gotta find one near by.
There used to be one over on Sycamore in your town, but that’s gone. Last I checked there were some in Berlin. http://www.berlinbattingcages.com/
Thank you! I’ll check it out.
I haven’t been in a while and I don’t know if they’re seasonal but I’ve spent no small amount of time there.