I know RN contributor Chris makes fun of me for my sentimental, gooey, “mystique of baseball” perspective on the game, but I’m going to link this article by Jim Morris in the DDN anyway:

Yes, it can be zero degrees with blizzard conditions around here, but the glow of the beginning of baseball warms my spirits….

Sure hope that doesn’t happen this season. But, hey, they haven’t hurled the first pitch or taken the first swing of a bat. We should give them the benefit of the doubt.

This week, it doesn’t matter how the team shapes up. Not yet. What matters is that this weekend it all begins again.

Even anticipating spring training makes me feel good.

Read the entire piece here.

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Blame Chad for creating this mess. Chad launched Redleg Nation in February 2005, and has been writing about the Reds ever since. His first book, "The Big 50: The Men and Moments That Made the Cincinnati Reds" is now available in bookstores and online, at Amazon, Barnes & Noble, and wherever fine books are sold. You can also find Chad's musings about the Cincinnati Reds in the pages of Cincinnati Magazine. You can email Chad at chaddotson@redlegnation.com.

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3 Responses

  1. Daedalus

    I keep seeing the same sentiments expressed around cyberspace. Baseball really is a religion, isn’t it? We’re now in the Advent of Baseball. 😉

  2. Tom

    “I know things. For instance, there are 108 beads in a Catholic rosary and there are 108 stitches in a baseball. When I heard that, I gave Jesus a chance. But it just didn’t work out between us. The Lord laid too much guilt on me.” Annie Savoy, Bull Durham

  3. Tom

    “I’ve tried ’em all, I really have, and the only church that truly feeds the soul, day in, day out, is the Church of Baseball.” Annie Savoy, Bull Durham