The appeal of “vintage” baseball – distinguished by underhanded pitching and a more leisurely pace than its modern cousin – is in the attitude. “Baseball today, it’s a dog-eat-dog sport – win, baby, win,” Busch says. “Vintage baseball is a gentlemen’s sport, like guys teeing off on a golf course. We’re still trying to win, but we’re out there to have fun.”
This extends to the officiating. “During seasonal games, we generally don’t have an ump,” Busch says. “The game is self-regulating. Baseball’s baseball. On the close calls we shake hands and agree. We’re gentlemen, and honest; if we’re out, we’ll call ourselves out.”
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