“The one constant through all the years, Ray, has been baseball. America has rolled by like an army of steamrollers. It’s been erased like a blackboard, rebuilt, and erased again. But baseball has marked the time. This field, this game, is a part of our past, Ray. It reminds us of all that once was good, and that could be again.”
– Terrence Mann in Field of Dreams.
The first time I saw Field of Dreams, this quote hit me like a truck.
I hate to admit it, but I didn’t see the movie until earlier this year when they put it on Netflix. I’m 20 years old. Go ahead, mock me for it. I deserve it.
There’s been so much bad that’s happened throughout the years. The great depression, disease, war, failed presidents, death, you name it.
I’ve gone through a lot in my short time. I’ve moved and left a lot of friends, I’ve had my heartbroken, I’ve had those nights where I just didn’t want to be here anymore. Nothing has ever helped me more, than just plain old baseball.
If you’ve read my stuff, you know I’m a Yankees fan. I have two life goals, and I want to achieve one of them, but preferably both: 1) Be the New York Yankees General Manager, and 2) be an on-air radio talent for baseball. I’m trying to do whatever it takes to get there. Although with how good Cashman has been doing, the latter seems more likely at this point. Don’t worry, I promise I’m smarter than Mike Francesa.
My life revolves around baseball. I don’t stop watching it, I don’t stop talking about it, hell I don’t ever stop thinking about it. This is why the offseason and winter are hard on me, to point of almost depression.
A couple years back I went through a really rough time. It was my first breakup from my first love senior year of high school, so naturally I had no clue how to handle it. I was depressed, I was sent home from school to be with family because the vice principal thought I shouldn’t be at school, I was borderline suicidal for a while. Those who know me, they know I’m only about baseball. I’ve never really told them why. Baseball saved my life.
I’m alive and healthy today, and when I say it’s because of baseball, I truly mean it.
The reason I love baseball is simple: no matter how bad things get, there’s always baseball. There’s always sports in general, but baseball is the greatest sport in the world and it’s America’s pastime, so it’s the one i’m focusing on.
No matter what you’re going through in life, baseball will always be there for you at the end of the day.
There’s just something therapeutic about a Clayton Kershaw or Max Scherzer strikeout, or an Aaron Judge or Giancarlo Stanton home run, or even a Byron Buxton or Kevin Kiermaier webgem.
I love other sports, but in my opinion there is no sport that matches baseball. Watching a Steph Curry off-the-dribble three, or a Brady to Gronk touchdown is awesome, but it just doesn’t match the relaxing and therapeutic aspect of baseball.
Nothing feels more at home to me than sitting at a baseball game, eating a hotdog and drinking a soda next to friends and family, surrounded by thousands of people who are cheering with you. Going to game 4 of the ALDS at Yankee Stadium was one of the greatest nights of my life.
It’s very unusual for me to talk about something this serious, it’s just one of those nights that i’m deep in the feels and I needed to get this off my chest. At the end of the day, most people aren’t going to care about this. You don’t know me, why should you care about what baseball means to me? It’s a valid question, and frankly I don’t have an answer. But this article hits home with someone.
Baseball will always be there. Baseball is one of the few things that will never go away. It’s one of the few ways to take your mind off the world around you and just forget about like for a few hours.
If you read our website’s material or listen to our podcasts, I truly thank you from the bottom of my heart. We’re not MLB.com, but I like to think we’ve got some creative minds. One of the best experiences I’ve ever had was writing for our original website, MLB Mayhem, and eventually co-founding this version with some of the best people I know, people I’ve never even met in real life and yet I consider them some of my closest friends. I have baseball to thank for that.
The one constant through all the years, Ray, has been baseball. Here’s hoping it stays constant, because I don’t know if I could live without baseball. Thank you baseball, for always being there when I needed you most.