Baseball that most beautiful of pasttimes

Do not read this.

Instead, appreciate the meditations of Joe Posnanski:

If I could sum up my general philosophy on the game of baseball, it might include all sorts of scattered and confused thoughts about poetry and statistics and how teams score runs and what makes for great pitching and the Willie Mays catch, and the Fisk homer, and the Doggie homer the next day, and Pujols against Lidge, and Ozzie going into the hole, and Joe Carter pulling Mitch Williams, and Kirby Puckett at the wall and Pedro in bloom, and Maddux on the outside corner, and Buck O’Neil telling a story, and Rickey stealing third, and Beltran rounding second, and Duane Kuiper diving and on and on and on and on.

Or it might be the following simple statement about the Mark Buehrle play.

I don’t think Paul Konerko had to barehand the ball. But I’m SO glad that he did.

And yeah, definitely follow the link.