Joe DiMaggio hit his first grand slam July 5, 1939. A grand slam is when the batter
hits a home run with bases loaded. Like most
of what happens on the ball field, it sounds more exciting than it is. The ball
disappears. Four men trot in a circle while the opposing team stands around looking
awkward. I can count the professional baseball games I’ve seen on the fingers
of both hands. For at least half of them I was there to sing the national
anthem on the pitcher’s mound. (That actually is pretty exciting. Try it
sometime.) I don’t think I’ve ever stayed to the bitter end of any game. I used
to wonder why the national pastime is so boring. Now I wonder, if it’s so
boring, why is it the national pastime? I imagine it has something to do with
the food, the foam fingers, the mascots, and the possibility of catching a foul
ball.
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