Sometimes it IS something you can't put into words, at least not words comprehensible to non-fans: a breathtaking catch, an elegant double play, a career-ending milestone... Sometimes it's the delightful spirit of uselessness the poet Wm Carlos Wms expressed: "The crowd at the ball game/is moved uniformly/
by a spirit of uselessness/which delights them--" etc. But mostly for me I think it's just the way it connects my 66 year-old self with the 6-year old who cheered for the '64 Cards in the WS against the Yanks, and with my dad, and my daughters... [like Ray with his dad and daughter in Field of Dreams...]
by a spirit of uselessness/which delights them--" etc. But mostly for me I think it's just the way it connects my 66 year-old self with the 6-year old who cheered for the '64 Cards in the WS against the Yanks, and with my dad, and my daughters... [like Ray with his dad and daughter in Field of Dreams...]
Sometimes I feel that there is nothing more beautiful in this world than love and passion for a hobby. Seeing someone talk about the things they love the way that you did in this post is genuinely one of my reasons for living. I love the thought that we all have our niches which help to define and connect us as both individuals and communities. I'd love for us to have a post sometime soon where we can all just gush about our hobbies and loves for various things.
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