Wonderful game, baseball. Nothing quite like the sights and sounds of the good old national pastime. The happy crack of hickory on horsehide. The dazzle of white flannel against a freshly mowed acre of emerald-green outfield. The irrepressible excitement of kids high up in the stands, faces aglow beneath their crooked-brimmed caps, eagerly pounding a thousand little fists into a thousand little mitts. Ah, yes, the wonders of baseball. The sweet music of test tube clinking on beaker down in the lab. The urgent exhalations of the home team's star southpaw as a $40 hooker slides her hand into his pants. The incomparable din of U.S. senators bellowing in one great... More >>>