I can picture the right fielder, dressed in his road grays, drifting towards the warning track before giving up chase. In my mind's eye, I can see the Modell's sign on the wall in right-center as the ball soars overhead and into the bleacher seats. I sit alone on my porch in the dark ... five hundred miles away from the stadium. Yet, as I listen to the play-by-play announcer, I feel as if I am right there with the Bleacher Creatures in the Bronx.
This is the magic of baseball on the radio.
Thanks to MLB cable subscriptions, no matter where you live, you can watch every game your home town team plays. I can afford these subscriptions, but I choose not to. If baseball on TV is an expensive date at a trendy restaurant, then baseball on the radio is a candlelight dinner dinner at home. Subtle. Heartfelt. And intimate.
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