A boy may have a problem with his algebra but he will have no problem with the statistics of baseball. There is not a boy that does not remember his first time in a major league ballpark. The bigness of it, the first hot dog, the memorabilia, the walk up the ramp and then that first sight of the field that you knew only in your dreams and imagination, the sight that fills your senses. Then the heart starts pumping, because there on that beautiful field is a person who is so much bigger than real life, someone you have idolized, someone you would like to be, someone who does heroic things, who stirs your soul, is right there in front of you. These pictures and feelings will remain with you always, as real fifty years from now as if they were yesterday.
Baseball is a game that is a great leveler.
Bigness does not mean greatness. A small man can be the hero and slay dragons. Skill is the element that raises these men above all others. Being able to throw it that fast or being able to hit it. That takes skill that only very few people have.