Hockey will always be my favorite sport, but I am quickly becoming more than a little fond of baseball. As a kid, I used to watch baseball, as well as hockey. After coming back to sports, I started watching baseball a short time after reconnecting with hockey. It is a good pastime during the hockey off-season.
Many people think that baseball is a very boring game. I, however, think it is a great game for summer--and describes summer perfectly. It is laid-back and slow with periodic moments of frenzied activity--just exactly like the season. Sitting and socializing while in the stands, watching the field whenever something is happening, is a great activity for a summer evening. I only wish I could be closer to Detroit so that I could get to a game or three.
For some reason, the rules and nuances of baseball aren't coming to me. Hockey came so easy for me--I can see penalties and call the different shots pretty well. With baseball, I want everything to be as simple as it was when I was a child: the ball is thrown, someone swings, it is either a hit or a strike, and that's about it. But I haven't actively tried to learn anymore about the game, either. I just like being very passive about the game--after all, it IS summer, so I don't want to strain myself. ;)
One thing that absolutely drives me crazy about baseball is the fact that the players touch themselves so much. Every time I see that, I can only think "If your equipment isn't fitting well enough that you constantly need to adjust, please find some that fits!" :D This is something that you just don't see in hockey--but I guess it would be hard to 'adjust' with the amount of padding that hockey players wear. Hockey players spit and blow their noses--and that is enough to make me cringe. And, I don't watch any other sports, so I don't know if it happens elsewhere. Maybe it's a female thing, but I don't need to see that.
(A customer who has just made a purchase comes back into our store asking for help; she’s locked her keys in her car. I go out to try and help.)
Me: “Ma’am, your window is open.”
Me: “Your window. It’s open.”
(The customer reaches in and gets her keys, opens the door, rolls up the window, locks the car, throws the keys back inside, and closes the door.)
Customer: “I know! I know! It’s just that I already called my husband to bring the second set! He’d have given me h*** if he saw the window was open!”
--via Not always Right