The Waltz of Baseball
Posted by verywellthen on April 7, 2010
This season, I want to create a movement in baseball. One that twirls like a dance floor in Vienna – in perfect three-quarter time. I want baseball to waltz.
I don’t want a craze. I’m not talking about a mass-Macarena type of stunt – using baseball crowds to further a national fad. I want a long-lasting rethinking of baseball’s long-established theme song, Take Me Out to the Ball Game. It’s already a sing-along. Now I want it to be a dance-along.
For years, on the rare occasion of a baseball date, I have grabbed my partner (usually surprised) when the organ music starts and we have carefully danced in the peanut shells in front of our seats during the seventh inning stretch. Take Me Out to the Ballgame is a waltz, a rare step that even I can figure out. So it just seems natural that people would want to dance to it. But like all things related to my dancing, no one has taken my lead. I don’t see baseball fans gliding through the aisles. My idea has yet to catch on.
Harry Carey in his drunken sloppiness made the song a crowd-swaying drinking song. Replace the disposable plastic cups with steins and you could be at a Munich beer hall (with foul poles). I love the idea that such a grand sing-a-long exists, at any baseball stadium, anywhere. Now, let’s add the twist – or the twirl.
My reform will come about only by an organic movement, and an organist movement. First, the organists. Pick up the tempo a bit. Or you’ll be replaced by a string section. Come on, it’s baseball, not a funeral.
Next, the organic movement. This is where you come in. You, reading this. Dance. Grab your partner and dance. A baseball stadium at the stretch is a place full of joy. Dancing should be on the agenda. But hey, keep it a tame joy — it’s a tight spot you’ll be dancing in. Safety first.
Finally, the third step for the three-step is to spread the word. If you blog, consider a link. If you Tweet, Tweet the news. Use your social networking and your social graces. See if you can get the baseball loving world to dance. Create the critical mass, that beautiful dancing cheek-to cheek critical mass.
I’ll know it went viral when I look up from my dance partner’s eyes during the seventh inning stretch, and see my vision. The whole stadium twirling. Cubs fans and Cardinals fans all halting on the hesitation step in perfect unison. Right after the “and cracker Jack” line, the whole place reversing spin together. Couples falling in love again. Strangers meeting. Brothers comfortable enough with each other to dance, albeit at arms length.
Take me out to that ballgame.