I was watching a college baseball game today and saw a runner get thrown own at second trying to steal. Something seemingly simple but yet truly remarkable occured to me. It just so happens that the time it takes for a pitcher to throw to the catcher and for the catcher to pop up and fire to the second base is pretty much always the same amount of time it takes for an accomplished base runner with a decent lead to run to second. The margin of error determines safe or out.
Think about that. How did it work out that way? Think how boring the game would be if the baseball flew just a tad bit slower on average or if the typical baseball player could run like Ricky Henderson. A single would be as good as a triple; just like in softball for ten year old girls. Somebody took an interest in this is all I can figure.
In football, and basketball and hockey, they are constantly tweeking the rules to make the game more exciting from this or that perspective. But baseball is played by the same rules that have been in place for as long as anybody can remember. And the resulting drama and excitement never ceases to amaze people. Now if only God can hold back the torrent of calls for instant replay. He's got his work cut out for him there. But I'm rooting for Him.