We all follow the game of baseball for a different reason. It typically relates to our childhood. The game has a certain energy level and flow. There’s a progression from nothing-nothing, no men on base, to Oneil Cruz hitting a grand slam into the Allegheny River on a fly as $30,000 screaming fans in a packed house create thunder which echos off the city scape across the river, to rival the gods in the heavens above.
And if the thunder of the crowd didn’t wake them, two warning shots will be sent exploding to the sky, letting everyone in the city know that the Pittsburgh Pirates have scored again.