There is something about baseball that makes me happy. The crack of the bat, the sound of a fast pitch landing in the leather glove of the pitcher, the newly mown grass. Ahhhh!
Maybe it’s about baseball being a spring and summer sport.
Maybe it’s because I was introduced to baseball when we moved to Chicago and Don Kissinger was playing for the Cubs.
Maybe it’s because it’s a sport that comes with conversation and fresh air and a few cheesy songs.
One of my best blind dates included an Indianapolis Indians game at Victory Field.
Maybe I don’t care why I love baseball and I don’t even care that my love does not make me a fanatical fan (which some would see as hypocritical).
For now, I’m satisfied just knowing that I like baseball.