Two theories account for the popularity of baseball:
Inability to Avoid
puts it down to wanting to be hurt,
not knowing you're hurting
and not hurting at all;
Avoidance Ability
says its about hurting,
knowing you're hurting
and not wanting to be hurt...at all.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Pain is like time, relative. It can be saved and traded as chrono-credits hours arbitrarily moved forward and back subject to the whims of seasons. No pain no photonic gain!