Well, we’re getting deep into the thick of the MLB offseason. It’s becoming that time of the year where there is not much going on at all or not much substance to write off of. It’s also that time of the year where I am fully underway in my annual baseball movie binge, to remind me of how special of a game baseball is. So with that being said, this thought has been running through my mind for a few weeks now. It has only just been amplified by the aforementioned baseball movie binge I’ve been on. So I really want to take a more sincere approach this week and explain my journey with baseball. I’d like to show you what the sport means to me and what it could mean to you, the readers. It’s truly such a special game that should be shared with all those who are willing to give it a shot, so let’s get into it.
I was brought into baseball at a very young age, like many others in America and beyond. My dad tried all he could to get me to be a football guy (that ended up being my older brother), but that obviously did not turn out well. Though I’m still a Browns fan, I grew a major fondness in baseball early on in my life. I’ve always played the game; I did tee ball and played all the way through high school. But I started to fall in love with the sport when I was watching it. When I was in my early childhood, my uncle started to take me to Indians games. I remember vividly when I was 8-years-old, I was with him for one of my first games, on a July night in 2011 against the Toronto Blue Jays. The team was silent the whole game and was down 5-0 heading into the bottom of the ninth, where the Tribe would start a rally and finish it off with a Travis Hafner walk off grand slam. I was sitting just a section over from where the ball landed in the right field seats. Granted, I had no idea what was going on at that point because of my adolescent mind, but I was able to sense the joy and magic that was shared between all the fans and I was instantly drawn in. From that point on, I would be obsessed with baseball and everything Indians (later the Guardians, of course).
As I grew up, I kept playing baseball and, though I was never any good, I couldn’t get enough of it. Baseball became a vital part to my life during grade school. Through baseball, I learned lessons of patience, mindfulness and fortitude. It was baseball that brought me the most profound senses of joy and accomplishment, but I don’t think things ever clicked in my mind until a year or so ago. Deep in the back of my mind, I wanted to make a living out of baseball. But the realist in me always considered it a pipe dream to make it so. But in 2022, curiosity got the best of me and I thought about the possibility. I began interacting with the community and testing my knowledge of baseball, giving my own outlandish takes since I didn’t know any better (I really thought Carlos Rodon could’ve been a Guardian when he was a free agent last year), but as a result I expanded my knowledge about the game by looking to others for answers. I made it a hobby of my own, giving my own opinions about the team, but also improving on them. Doing this helped me understand the deep intricacies about the game and, in turn, grew my love and fondness for baseball to the highest point it’s ever been. I’m still learning, but I will confidently say that I’ll let my love for baseball drive me into the business. And here I am now, writing to you guys on Covering the Corner, in hopes that I will become a baseball writer one day!
So, how is it possible for you to love baseball? Well, the magic of the game is the main quality that seems to ensnare the most of us. It’s a magic that I haven’t ever seen from any other sport. The unpredictability of baseball, the possibility of a big inning happening no matter how steep the odds, the suspense of a game that is going down to the last out; those all (and so much more) bring the sport’s magic front-and-center. For this very reason, baseball gives me some overwhelming sense of joy that is really hard to describe with words. And beyond the homers, walk-offs and perfect games that make the game magical, the little things have always found a way to impress me a great deal as well. There is a sort of vintage atmosphere at a ballpark that really makes you feel at home. The fans at Progressive Field, the warmth of a Friday night in July, maybe even the smell of the food there. Those are the very small, minute things that give me such a familiar feeling, bringing an overall sense of comfort. They, in tandem with the game on the field, make Progressive Field my happy place, my home away from home. Maybe you could find those little things too. Or, maybe you could fall in love with what is happening right before your eyes on the field. Maybe you could just do what I’ve been doing recently and watch baseball on the big screen and fall in love with the magic in a movie binge. But no matter what, there will always be something for anyone to enjoy about baseball. I’m sure about that.