Today is a wonderful day. Or rather yesterday was wonderful and the afterglow is still echoing into Monday morning. The Tribe has won the 2007 Central Division crown for the 7th time in 13 years. However, this is the first championship since 2001 and the first since my son was born. I am now busily trying to impart all sorts of baseball knowledge on him and although he says, "Wow!" and "Really?!" as I describe what the World Series is and how long it has been since the Indians have won one, I think his exclamations are mainly due to my enthusiasm more than anything else.
My wife and I went to the Indians' game on Friday night and she recently mentioned to me how much fun Eddie is going to have learning about baseball from me as he gets older. I hope that she's right. It's not that I am some baseball expert or that I get wrapped up in the endless statistics, but I do appreciate the history and enjoy the debate and strategies that surround the game. There is something about baseball, more than any other sport, that seems less manufactured, less altered somehow. Even with all of the controversy surrounding steroids and HGH and the like, it still seems, more than the constant violence and flash of the NFL and NBA, to have a certain aura of respect and nostalgia. I hope that's to impart that part of the game to him and with any luck, it will still have that feel to it when he has kids of his own.
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Good words.
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