While watching yesterday's Red Sox v. Tigers season opener in Detroit, I was reminded of something...something that I've thought of for many years but never actually verbalized until now.
Why is it that the only thing I can easily spot while traveling in a airplane is a baseball field?
During the broadcast, they showed aerial shots of the stadium from a blimp and I got to thinking how on every flight I've ever been on I've searched for fields. I don't know why but it makes me very happy. Is it because I'm a huge baseball fan or does everyone do this? I'd like to think everyone participates in my little game of I Spy.
I mean, I highly doubt that I would recognize the Rocky Mountains, the Mississippi River or the Grand Canyon, but a little league baseball field in Blue Springs, NE - no problem.
Maybe I enjoy it because it's a reminder that no matter where you reside in the United States of America, one thing - the love of baseball - connects us all...the excitement of the first pitch and the final out, the smell of hot dogs, the crunch of peanut shells under your shoe soles and the phrase "Play Ball".
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