I remember childhood afternoons at Tiger Stadium. The smells, the sounds. The Game. And the old men who followed it through cryptic pencil notation in their programs. Baseball was perhaps a pastime for a slower age. Transistor radios captured the game in its glory years, but even those are unnecessary for the orthodox baseball fan. A small box of numbers convey the entirety of the story; a page of boxes contains a whole day and the season to date. Numbers. It’s a game of mathematics, where situational percentages and probabilities determine strategy and describe results. But on the field the game is far deeper. On the field, baseball is the game of zen.
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Archive for February 15th, 2009 |
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