Baseball and wine
Posted by mitch.schwartz on March 31st, 2008The Major League baseball season has begun, and all is right with the world. I love baseball. I know it is no longer America’s favorite past time, but the game holds a special place for me. Baseball is about nostalgia. It is about being six years old, and sitting in the stadium with my Zade (grandpa), my Dad, Uncle and cousin and trying to take in all the stimuli overwhelming my senses. The deep green of the grass. The height of the pitcher’s mound, the smell of fresh cut grass. At a baseball game the hot dogs taste better, the beer is colder, the peanuts saltier, the cotton candy sweeter.
Yes, I love baseball, but what does that have to do with wine? Probably very little, but let me stretch the comparison. The reason I love baseball is that it is an intrical part of my upbringing. This is the same reason our European cousins give for their love of wine. They remember first sampling the grape at their parents table, and learning about the nuances of wine from their parents.
We all have read about the impact the millenials are having on wine consumption in our country. This demo is adopting wine at a much faster rate than any previous generation. I submit the reason is nostalgia. The millenials are the kids of Boomers. Boomers were the first generation to embrace wine as part of our culture. I remember as a 19 year old being invited to a friends apartment to have dinner with him and his girlfriend. She was making spaghetti. I asked my Dad what wine I should bring (the drinking age was 18 back then). He suggested a bottle of Riunite Lambrusco (because it was Italian).
 Compare that to my millenial age kids. Our son drinks big cabs, our daughter Pinot Noirs. They learned about wine at our dinner table. Actually, many of their friends learned about wine at our
dinner table. Wine has been part of their life for a long time, just as baseball as been part of mine.
As I said, baseball is back, and life is good. Â
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March 31st, 2008 at 11:39 pm
hi Mitch - nice post! Some of my earliest memories are baseball games. Go Dodgers!
April 1st, 2008 at 10:29 am
Thanks for the post. I was listening to the Indian’s game on XM yesterday, and it got me in the baseball mood. Lots of great memories,
April 1st, 2008 at 10:45 am
Despite by beloved Giants’ terrible debut yesterday, I am very excited simply because there is baseball happening everywhere, Mitch. I will ignore El Jefe’s imprudent comment about the Dodgers and simply bask in the glory of Spring baseball.
April 1st, 2008 at 10:54 am
Tom,
I knew you were a kindred spirit. It is Spring, and hope remains eternal,
April 1st, 2008 at 3:57 pm
Baseball is about spring and renewal. Everything about it screams rebirth…a new beginning. So does spring in the vineyard. New growth. A new vintage just beginning its path to maturity. And as with baseball, where Opening Day means dreams of a World Series for every team, the beginning of the growing season is born of the hope and dreams the season will result in the ideal vintage for which each vintner strives.
April 1st, 2008 at 5:10 pm
Certainly a more elegant analogy than my own,
April 1st, 2008 at 7:17 pm
Of that I’m not sure, as you speak of family and times shared, and certainly baseball and wine share that most valuable trait in common.