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May 8, 2008 - Jeff Fishbein
No, it’s not a slur, or a takeoff on the old Saturday Night routine by Garrett Morris, who insisted the sport was “berry, berry good” to him.
Actually, that’s how our son Christopher pronounces the name of America’s pastime, something he’s seen twice in less than a month, which matches the number of games we took him to in the first two seasons he was on our roster.
He’s been to Aberdeen, Md., and to State College, two of the premier facilities in the New York-Penn League. This spring, it was Harrisburg, courtesy of the hockey kids club in Hershey, and before that, a few innings at The Diamond in Richmond, where the Triple-A affiliate of the Atlanta Braves are playing their final season.
For a 2-year-old whose seen roughly 100 hockey games, it’s a tough sport to watch — about as exciting as watching paint dry, some would say. Those are folks who can’t appreciate the nuance of baseball, or the skill and patience it requires.
But it also explains how lacrosse is hurting the sport in so many places, and makes me wonder whether there will be any baseball left when Christopher is old enough to play.
Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead is purely intentional.
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