He Bats Like A Lightning Rod.

The Crack Of The Bat, The Sound Of Baseballs Thumping Into Gloves, The Infield Chatter Are Like Birdsong To The Baseball Starved.

It Is Hard To Compare The Eras, But Joe Jackson And Ty Cobb From The Past, Sandy Koufax And Roger Clements From The Present.

Praise The Name Of Baseball. The Word Will Set Captives Free. The Word Will Open The Eyes Of The Blind. The Word Will Raise The Dead. Have You The Word Of Baseball Living Inside You? Has The Word Of Baseball Become Part Of You? Do You Live It, Play It, Digest It, Forever? Let An Old Man Tell You To Make The Word Of Baseball Your Life. Walk Into The World And Speak Of Baseball. Let The Word Flow Through You Like Water, So That It May Quicken The Thirst Of Your Fellow Man.

If You Build It, He Will Come.

It Is The Same Game That Moonlight Graham Played In 1905. It Is A Living Part Of History, Like Calico Dresses, Stone Crockery, And Threshing Crews Eating At Outdoor Tables. It Continually Reminds Us Of What Was, Like An Indian-head Penny In A Handful Of New Coins.