One of my favorite things in the world: baseball.
One of my least favorite things: any literature about baseball seeking--in rhapsodic, poetic prose--to contextualize or encircle the mystery of it all. Mostly written by men who never played the game, is my guess. One exception: James Earl Jones' speech in Field of Dreams, but I think fully half of the appeal of that scene is a visceral response to the bassoons in Jones' voice.
and to that end:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NZ1dZhh0_RQ&feature=related
