Baseball isn't a television kind of game, Matt.

Baseball is best live, where you can mill around and talk to people, and get the kid a hot dog, and maybe even catch a ball in the stands; where you can -- well, OK, used to be able to -- talk to the players while they were in the dugout and cheer for your team and try your damnedest to disturb the pitching rhythm of the other team's ace.

At minor league games you can still do these things.

Barring live baseball, it's not bad on the radio: in the dark in the kitchen holding a cold bottle smelling of hops; in a parked car, equally dark, on a warm night, watching the stars and sucking face; or at the picnic table in the park with the smell of burning charcoal and the sound of a breeze in the leaves overhead.

The announcers in radio baseball, if they're any good, become raconteurs of the legends of the sport to fill those vast empty spaces in the action. On TV, those vast empty spaces are full of green screen and the distant sound of people milling around talking to each other and buying a hot dog for the kid, like listening to the party down the street to which you weren't invited.

It is not a TV sport any more than golf is.

But mostly, baseball is not a sport so much as a philosophy. ;)) I recall reading something about baseball and zen that pointed out the foul lines are, in theory, infinite, dividing the entire world into one-quarter fair and three-quarters foul. No wonder the Japanese have taken it up!

Baseball tells us about ourselves. <http://www.baseball-almanac.com/humor7.shtml>George Carlin says so.

Regards--
Mary Anne