Take Me Out to the Ballgame, Please!

I love spring for a host of reason, not the least of those being baseball season starts again. March fills me with anticipation of this happy event, though I don't pay too much attention to pre-season ball. Around April 2 or 3, however, I set my radio to the local ESPN station, make the New York Yankees game schedule my homepage and settle in for six months-plus of the greatest sport known to humankind.

That's just my opinion, of course, but I know there are millions of people who share it. There are probably even more millions who do not. I have heard the criticisms - baseball's so slow, it's so boring, how can you waste three hours on that stuff?

Obviously I don't consider it a waste. In our frantic, chaotic society, baseball recalls a simpler time. Sometimes it is so nice to just sit and watch a game, to relax and forget about all of life's other demands. Baseball is pure escape and we all need to escape now and then.

That being said, rarely do I just sit and listen to or watch a Yankee game. Sometimes my kids and I play a game of Phase Ten, which is the perfect game to accompany a baseball game. It's not fast-paced so you can stop play to watch an exciting catch or great hit (thank goodness for replays). And it can last about three hours, just like a baseball game.

But more often I have some project to keep my hands busy while the game is on - folding laundry, ironing, clipping coupons, making out my grocery list for the next week, that sort of thing. When I listen to a game, something I do more often, I can keep busy in any of a number of ways. Since my best radio is in the kitchen I can use that time to make cookies or bake muffins for breakfast, start the next day's lunches, clean the kitchen counters, straighten out the pantry, or even catch up on magazines and newspapers. One of baseball's virtues is that it doesn't require one's undivided attention.


In this day of HDTV and cable sports channels it might seem a little strange that I actually enjoy listening to a sport rather than watching it, but I do. Not that I don't love to watch when I have the chance but, except when the Yankees play the Red Sox and we can watch them on the New England Sports Channel, I don't have that many opportunities. Occasionally Fox, ESPN or TBS will feature a game so between the three of them I average about one televised game a week (though last weekend all three featured Yankee games so I was treated to three glorious telecasts in a row!). But baseball is actually the perfect sport to listen to because the pace is slow and you have plenty of time to form pictures in you mind to follow along with the action. Yankee radio announcers John Sterling and Suzyn Waldman know the sport and the team inside out and I learn a lot from their chatter. And, as I said before, I can do a lot of other things in the time it takes to listen to a game.

Besides, I grew up listening to Yankee baseball. Though we could count on WPIX out of New York City for weekend games, many games were not televised and so, fanatic that I was, I was forced to use my radio. In those days, the early and mid-seventies, the announcers were Phil Rizzuto, Bill White and Frank Messer. I remember liking Messer's voice best - it was pleasant and professional - but Rizzuto was definitely the voice of the Yankees. I can still hear the Scooter's famous "Holy Cow!" echoing in my head whenever a Yankee player hits a homerun or makes a great catch.

Most games I listened to at night while I was supposed to be sleeping. Rarely could I sleep until the final score was in. The Yankees of my youth included players like Bobby Murcer, Roy White, Graig Nettles, Lou Pinella, Willie Randolph and, my favorite, Thurman Munson. In the early seventies they were not a winning team and many nights my heart ached as I turned of my radio. But another great thing about baseball is that it is such a long season. With more than 160 games to play, hope springs eternal for a baseball fan. Every game is a blank slate, a new opportunity. League championships are often up for grabs until late September, sometimes right up to the last game. As Yogi Berra once famously said, it ain't over till it's over. Baseball fans know how much wisdom that little Yogiism contains.

For now, however, this post is over. Tomorrow I will continue to wax philosphical about the sport that ranks right up there with Mom and Apple Pie in the American value system. Right now, however, I'm going to have some lunch. Maybe a hot dog.