There are many similarities between the 2 sports. Both are played in the most beautiful settings. You are surrounded by a great expanse of freshly mown grass and that aroma of the same. You are envious of the turf, wishing that your lawn looked that good. The fresh clean air (except for Sect. 119 which stinks of garlic fries) and gorgeous sunshine give you hope for what is to unfold. And then the game begins and with it comes the elation of great shots along with the greater frustration of bad plays, mishits and errors. Each of them is a catharsis. You can take out your frustrations in golf by whacking as hard as you can . and  In baseball you can boo the umps or the opponents and somehow you always feel better. At the end of the day, I forget the 90 bad shots and only glory in the 1 or 2 good one. With baseball, I remember the mammoth HR shot of Cust and forget Crosby's flailing at sliders away every at bat. For each game I am hooked. It is an addiction, and win or lose, I will always come back with unbridled enthusiasm hope that the next time I will win.