Baseball is in every way perfect; there are no flaws in the sport. Everything flows together perfectly. It is built around God’s favorite shape, a diamond, and the rest is covered by the most incredible grass on the planet.
Nothing beats sitting in your favorite ballpark, watching your favorite team on a hot, sunny day, with a hot dog smothered with all the goods in one hand and an ice cold beer in the other. This scene is symbolic to American culture.
Don’t get me wrong. I love football; I think it is a great sport. But there’s something about baseball, something magical, that will always make it America’s sport, America’s pastime.