Heaven exists my friends, and the best part about it is that you don’t have to leave this world to experience it. It’s just as beautiful as you can imagine. There are fields of emerald, bright and shining stars, large diamonds and the nicest people you could ever meet. Of course I’m talking about America’s ballparks.

Heaven exists my friends, and the best part about it is that you don’t have to leave this world to experience it.


It’s just as beautiful as you can imagine.


There are fields of emerald, bright and shining stars, large diamonds and the nicest people you could ever meet.


Of course I’m talking about America’s ballparks.


Sure there are many other sports facilities we could find refuge to escape from life for a few hours. There are ginormous football stadiums and state-of-the-art hockey arenas, but there’s something about a ballpark that makes the leave from everyday life more enjoyable, more exciting, more memorable.


Outside the grand walls of these beautiful structures, I’m just a typical guy in his mid ’20s making a living, paying bills and taking it all day by day. But when I cross through the turnstile and enter the world of baseball, I can’t help but become a big kid and be amazed by every little thing.


Football can keep their giant over-sized facilities - there’s nothing like going to the ballpark and letting the building itself seduce you with its beauty, appearance and history. After all, it’s the only structure in all of sports that plays a pivotal role in the outcome of the game.


Ballparks are more poetic, more descriptive and more distinct.


Nothing is more picturesque in sports than the sun setting on a humid summer evening as light pierces through the ballpark structure and onto the field. The backdrop new stadiums boast with views of the city’s downtown beyond centerfield allows writers like myself and future grandfathers to wow their audiences.


Grandchildren someday will feel like they’re actually sitting in the seats.


And furthermore, ballparks just stand out better.


Football stadiums just stand there with bland architecture, where as ballparks stand as massive art sculptures built to hold the greatest fans and the greatest game.


Take Kansas City for example.


Arrowhead Stadium, while adored by Chiefs fans and full of historical moments, is just boring. The stadium just sits there and makes you go “meh.” And that includes the latest renovations.


Now look at Kaufmann Stadium. Even before its renovations, the Royals had quite the facility to call home, and now it’s even better. The eccentric punch bowl design of the seating area, the tall centerfield scoreboard that thousands pass along I-70, the bursting fountains. That is a ballpark, ladies and gentlemen, that is beautiful place to watch a game, not the “tasteless wonder” next door.


Who couldn’t get lost in a world like that? At Arrowhead Stadium and other football facilities, you don’t get that same feeling.


When I look at a ballpark, I say, “wow.” When I look at a football stadium, I say, “OK.”


The ballpark allows you to get away from life, the ballpark allows you to dream, the ballpark can take anyone and make them a kid all over again.


The ballpark is heaven on Earth.


Dominic Genetti writes for the Hannibal (Mo.) Courier-Post.