If you don’t understand, it can’t be explained to you

OSV | Newsweekly | April 13, 2008

Trying to explain why I love baseball is like trying to explain to my mother when I was 9 why I tore up my good school pants sliding into a chalk outline of second base on a gravel playground. “But I was safe,” I whined, as if this summed up the meaning of the sun, the moon, the stars and all creation.

Read the whole article to see an explanation of why “baseball is quintessentially a Catholic sport”:

the rubrics of the rules, so simple and intricate, that create their own liturgy; the hagiography of those who played the game long ago; the timelessness of each game that could theoretically last for eternity; the appeal to all the senses, from the taste of a hot dog to the smell of the outfield grass; and the continuing conversation from the stands that surrounds every pitch.

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