I love baseball. It is slowly moving up my favorites ladder and is fixing to knock UGA football out of the number 2 spot (number 1 belonging to swimming, of course). It doesn't matter who is playing; it doesn't even matter if I like the team. If baseball is on TV, I will watch it and I will enjoy myself. Why? I think part of it has to do with, despite my lack of athletic talent, I can actually swing a bat and, every once in a while, hit a ball. Not that I have ever had any desire to be in the Major League or anything, but I understand how it feels to stand at the plate and look down a pitcher. For people who have ever played any type of baseball, softball or woffleball, you understand. That feeling you get when you first walk up to the plate: am I going to strike out? What if the bases are loaded? What if there are two outs already? What if I let the team down? It's probably the scariest part about baseball, because, let's face it; compared to football, injuries are mostly minor. So whenever the batter approaches the plate, I feel like I can relate to him because, I too have felt the stress of being up to bat. I think that makes me want to cheer even harder whenever they actually get a hit because I feel like I understand how exciting it is to actually hit the ball. I wonder if someone like Chipper Jones or Albert Pujols, who have thousands of hits over their careers, see getting a hit as just another ho-hum part of the job. I sincerely hope that every time they hear the crack of the bat, no matter how many times they have heard it before, they feel the same excitement they did as a little kid. I know I would.
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