To the contrary of Allan Scarabello’s beliefs about baseball, I love going to baseball games to watch baseball.

If I want to spend my money on carnival amusement and constant action, I will go to Six Flags rather than a baseball game. I go to Wrigley Field, as well as many others, and feel immediately bombarded with history. (Yes, a history of losing; haha, very original.) I’m talking about the history of the very stadium that greats such as Babe Ruth, Ernie Banks, Ted Williams and Ron Santo have played in. As much as I love to go to baseball games and hear bigger ovations for electronic Dunkin Donuts running around a gigantic Jumbotron or watch baseball fans weep with excitement over racing wieners in Milwaukee than anything that the players have done, I’d still prefer having none of those distractions while watching America’s pastime in one of its most beautiful and historic venues.

Maybe it’s just me, but I would rather watch baseball with the scent and scenery of grass, dirt and green ivy, over the sulfur of fireworks out of pretty and colorful pinwheels and people swimming in center field to keep my attention.

Brandon Moore
Senior, family, consumer and nutrition sciences major

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