It didn’t matter that it was only 43 degrees at game time. It didn’t matter that the wind made it feel way colder than that. It didn’t matter to me anyway. Attending last night’s Gonzaga Baseball game under the lights at The Patterson Baseball Complex brought me clarity, joy and relaxation. Each time the toes started to go numb and I wondered what the heck I was doing, the game within the game took over.
Baseball fans are among the most loyal and for those that can’t watch a whole game or find the game boring, it’s hard to explain why we are grabbing our scorecards a bit harder while watching a pitcher battle out of jams as 24th ranked Gonazaga’s starting pitcher Billy Moon did last night in his exciting 5 plus inning of work. Or watching future pro Marco Gonzales come through at the plate yet again in a bases loaded situation. (Though don’t be surprise if he gives up the bat to focus on pitching at the next level.) Then of course there is the other dugout watching a lead slip away, a good run by your starting pitcher nullified by a suspect bullpen, routine ground balls that don’t become so routine and the boys in blue providing the element of human judgment inside the purist of games.
It’s just hard to explain why all of the things that others don’t see or can’t sit through are the very items that the rest of us lean back in our chairs to enjoy. 43 degree or 83 degrees, I’m relaxed watching a pitcher continue to throw over to first base time after time after time. Indeed please give me some peanuts and Cracker Jacks, I don't care if I ever get back.