Ahh, yes, baseball; a mystic frolicking pastorale, a Apollonian paean redolent of the symbolic symbolism endemic in the elysian sine qua non of youthful sybarritic yada yada yada.
Gag. Baseball is narcolepsy on grass, a 19th-century schoolyard game craftily designed to minimize any distracting excitement. I hear that hoop-rolling and mumblety peg were big in 1894, too.