In Honor of the MLB Most Memorable Moments (which I think is a crock and horrible marketing ploy, but whatever), The following is my edited list (I only included the ones I agreed with, or thought you all might, with astriks next to my favs!) of a story taken from Chicken Soup for the Baseball Fan's Soul:

So Many Thing To Love About America's Game

I Love baseball stadiums, especially old ones in old parts of town.
I Love baseball cards, for the right reasons, not the money.
I Love the fact that sixty feet, six inches, three strikes, nine innings and ninety feet are still perfect after all these years.
**I Love the echo of baseballs being hit during batting practice in any empty stadium
I Love watching windbreaker-clad pitchers run wind sprints on the outfield warning track during exhibition games.
I Love a beautifully dragged infield, and a pitcher's mound carved just so with the resin bag in back.
I Love the ivy at Wrigley, the Green Monster at Fenway, the subway that practically drops you off at home plate at Montreal's Olympic Stadium.
I Love the Baseball Hall of Fame.
I Love the Minor Leagues.
**I Love finding a game on the radio when driving a lonely stretch of highway late at night.
I Love the fact that Yogi Berra didn't say half the funny things he's credited with saying, but the stories are just too good to let go.
I Love the fact that a grizzled sportswriter can still cherish the memory of Willie Davis, thirty-eight years after he last saw him play in person.
I Love batboys, ball girls and P.A. announcers with pizzazz and a clue.
I Love shagging fly balls. Still.
**I Love seeing kids' faces light up when a ballplayer says anything to them. Anything at all.
I Love watching men so incredibly gifted that they can swing a stick at a tiny, speeding, rock hard sphere and make it fly great distances.
**I Love watchingsecond basemen fly over sliding baserunners to complete the double play.
I Love bullpen cars and fould poles that are in fair territory and dugouts truly dug out of the earth.
I Love a deserted clubhouse decorated with freshly laundered uniforms hanging in cubicles filled with the working tools of ballplayers.
I Love Edgar Martinez's swing.
**I Love Randy Johnson's fastball.
I Love Junior Griffey's smile.
**I Love a center fielder flagging down a fly in the gap, a shortstop coming up throwing from the hole, a blurry-fast relay from the outfield that nips a runner at the plate.
I Love meal money, tips for the clubhouse attendants and visiting players who take the time to say something to put the bat boy at ease.
** (of course) I Love Bull Durham, Major League, and A League of Their Own because they captured on film the incredible joy and agonizing pain of trying to play a game for a living. (sidenote: try For Love of the Game for a good spouses opinion)
I Love that harry Caray was loved by fans because he loved them, the Cobs and baseball. Not necessarily in that order.
I Love bratwurst with Special Sauce at County Stadium in Milwalkee.
I Love crab cakes at Camden Yard in Baltimore - I'm sure of it, though I've never eaten crab cakes and never been to Baltimore. (It's a QUOTE. I have and have, but it's the idea of loving something truly "hometown" in a hometown stadium because you're supposed to! )
I Love keeping a scorecard.
**I Love the Seventh-Inning Stretch.
**I Love drinking a cold beer in a distant seat in a minor league stadium I've never seen before.

"These moments are the soul of baseball: The ball perfectly hit, perfectly caught, or perfectly thrown...we can unwrap the moments later, when it's quiet, and enjoy them all over again." -Alison Gordon.