Thus I Refute Thee, Carson Cistulli

(T)he experience we know as “going to the baseball game” is impossible without other people. In fact, it’s an experience whose joy is largely dependent on the presence of those same other people. When the game is tied in the bottom of the ninth, it’s the expectant gasps and sighs from the crowd that heightens the pleasure of the event. When the home team hits a walk-off home run, it’s the crowd’s hysterical cheering that reminds each of us that we’ve witnessed something great and unique.


I respectfully disagree. Some of my favorite baseball experiences have involved going to a D-III college game or a Twilight League game with no one their except friends and families of the players. There’s something pure about it; no distractions like loud music or dizzy bat races. You can actually hear the players, coaches, and umps, and pretty much wander around to various vantage points to watch the game. And best of all, it’s free and probably not much of a drive from home. This reminds me that I really should write about Dave Bidwell. As far as I can tell, he’s still pitching. Makes Jamie Moyer look like a newbie.


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