Magazine April 8, 2019, Issue

Why We Love Baseball

Harry Caray sings ‘Take Me Out to the Ball Game’ during a seventh-inning stretch at Wrigley Field. (John Soohoo/MLB Photos via Getty Images)
Its republic lives on

We talk about baseball in terms of memory. The memories made with grandparents, memories between fathers and sons, of another outing to the ballpark that was made immortal by a walk-off homer, a player stealing home, or a triple play.

I have memories like those too: my grandmother calling my attention to the television screen whenever Darryl Strawberry was at bat and cutting out the “baseball cards” of my Mets from milk cartons bought at the corner store. She was a Brooklynite and Dodgers fan. Her husband, a fan of the Giants. And so our household was destined to embrace

This article appears as “Why We Love the Game” in the April 8, 2019, print edition of National Review.

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