Baseball is like the giant, moist blueberry muffin I had Wednesday morning. It's so grand that you can dive into it with no fear of running out too soon, so full of flavor that each bite from top to bottom is a taste sensation, so generous that you can lose yourself in it, and when it's finally all gone, you're somehow satiated ... yet dreaming of more. That's baseball, to me.Really, it was one heck of a muffin.