Baseball links Kansan and Missourian, American and Japanese, But most of all father and son. With a worthless yet priceless foul ball. Baseball is a language of very simple words that tell unbelievably magic tales. Baseball is three brothers in the same uniform on the same team for one brief summer Captured forever in a black and white photo on a table by the couch. Baseball is a glove on a shelf, oiled and tightly wrapped, Slumbering through the stark winter months.
Baseball is a breast pocket bulging with a transistor radio.
Baseball is the reason there are transistor radios. In a place you've never been, Doing things you'll never have the chance to do. Baseball is a dream that you never really give up on. Baseball is precious. Baseball is timeless.