TCU Daily Skiff Thursday, April 8, 2004
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Nothing could be better than the start of a new baseball season

Assistant Sports Editor John Ashley Menzies is a senior news-editorial major from Aledo.

There is just something about this time of year.

I don’t know if it is just something in the air or a change in the weather.

But there is just something about this time of year that gets something stirring inside of me. No, it’s not the food I ate yesterday; its the start of a new baseball season.

Ah. I feel complete again.

Last season left me in the excitement of seeing the Yankees fall short of winning the World Series — again. The next day I awoke, and it was gone.

I cried on the shoulder of the NFL, but nothing could quite fill the hole left in my soul when the baseball season ended.

B.J. Phillips of Time magazine once said, “In the beginning, there was no baseball. But ever since, there have been few beginnings as good as the start of a new baseball season. It is the most splendid time in sports.”

There is just something about baseball. Maybe it’s the remembrance of my first glove and how it was the size of my entire upper body. Or that first hit in little league.

Forget the mess about steroids. Forget it. That isn’t baseball.

The start of baseball season is about new life and a resurgence into another chance to do something you’ve never done before.

It’s a time of year when even the Milwaukee Brewers think they have a chance to make it to the postseason. And it’s a chance to see the Chicago Cubs screw up for what seems like the 100th season in a row. But no matter what, you’ll be there cheering them on next season.

There is just something about this game that makes me want to go the ballpark. To have a hot dog and a tasty beverage of choice and to sit and watch. And the great thing is, in theory, baseball could last forever. The only thing that could stop the rally and the only thing keeping you from going home is that third out. And if it lasted forever, that’s just fine by me.

Baseball is like that. It’s like life. Baseball is a game where when you screw up, sooner or later, you will have a chance to do something great. It’s just a matter of taking advantage of that opportunity.

I hear people throwing around the name of baseball in vain. Criticizing and bashing it. They say it’s too slow. They say it’s not exciting. To them I say, “You’re not watching it right.”

As Art Hill said before, “With those who don’t give a damn about baseball, I can only sympathize. I do not resent them. I am even willing to concede that many of them are physically clean, good to their mothers and in favor of world peace. But while the game is on, I can’t think of anything to say to them.”

Baseball is about the hatred between the Red Sox and Yankees. It’s about the hatred for the Yankees in general, for that matter. But those black pinstripes are as much a part of baseball as the hot dog, the seventh inning stretch and the 4-6-3 double play.

There really is something about this time of year. Every team has that new player, be it young or old, it is leaning on and hoping to ride to the promised land. The media are abuzz about their local teams’ chances that season. The hope. The love. The hurt. And the anticipation of another chance.

That’s baseball.

 
 
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