“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. Oh people will come, Ray. People will most definitely come” –Terrence Mann – “Field of Dreams”
I love baseball. I love its history and traditions. It is our pastime. A treasure which is handed from generation to generation. Each generation may put its own small stamp on the game, organic development if you will, but the game remains the same. In the American psyche it cannot be replaced, but that doesn’t keep people from trying.
Back in the 60’s (what was it with the 60’s), a group thought that they could do better than baseball. Baseball was too slow, there was not enough action and too many rules that thusly hindered fan participation. No, they wanted to jazz things up….
