It’s not too late to catch this home-run exhibition that’s about a whole lot more than only baseball at the Worcester Art Museum
If Boston sports enthusiasts are angry that the city continues to be tarnished by a bad reputation for bigoted fans, perhaps their anger’s misdirected.
We spend the rest of the year criticizing every player, but in the spring we can dream. Prospects are vastly overrated, and insanely unrealistic hopes can be placed upon the most random of players. But that’s the fun of it.
Some team members were playing baseball for the very first time in their lives at the national tournament. They were there for the experience, an accomplishment in and of itself.
Most boys will never be major league baseball players. Up until now, though, no woman has ever been one. For men, it’s a long shot. For women, it’s a fantasy, something reinforced by the very name of the camp—a name that can seem both inspiring and insulting at once.
Offensive comments and controversy aside, these hosts are winning in the ratings, proving that there is indeed a massive audience for such bigoted rhetoric in Greater Boston.
Take me out to the ball game.