Baseball is the best radio sport, is it not? Even if you grew up without Vin Scully.

Things happen slowly enough that they can be explained in real time, and even if it gets hectic for a moment, it will settle down in a matter of seconds and then the announcer can tell you what happened.

I have made another personal discovery, from the other side, pertaining to following events you cannot see.

It also is the easiest to follow via “gamecast” — or whatever websites choose to call the visual reproduction of the playing surface, with dots representing the movement of the ball and updates flashed via message on the screen. Things like “strike 2” …

And I happened to be looking at that, late tonight, in the first inning of the All-Star Game, when Mike Trout tripled off Adam Wainwright, driving in Derek Jeter from second base.

My first thought was, “most exciting play in baseball, the triple; those are lucky fans, at the All-Star Game” … and then I found myself recreating it in my head. Which is what you do, if you’ve listened to baseball.

All of it guesswork, of course, aside from “deep to right field” and Trout winding up on third base.

I still have not seen it, but I bet it went something like this:

–Well-hit ball to right field, Yasiel Puig (the right fielder) perhaps taking some errant route to the ball, or getting to the wall but crashing off it (with him, anything is possible), and the ball banging off something. Generally, you need a richochet, on a triple, even for a guy who runs as well as Trout.

–Trout looking to his right as he rounds first base, seeing Puig’s trouble out there, deciding he’s going for three, and goes into overdrive.

–Puig tracks down the ball and guns it toward the cutoff man (Puig has a very good arm), but Trout is already at third base, sliding in head first even though he may have been able to make it a stand-up triple, which is really, really rare, because sliding in head first is more exciting, even if it is more dangerous.

Meantime, fans are excited, because it’s at an American League park (Minneapolis), and his American League teammates are up in the dugout and waving their arms, and the National League guys are up, too (though not cheering), because everyone loves a triple.

And I felt like I could see it, right from my couch in an apartment in Abu Dhabi, in the dead of night, with the city sleeping outside my window and lights blinking in the distance.

Baseball is like that.

Of all American sports I miss it least, not because I do not care, but because I feel like I can see it without having actually seen it. Even a boxscore is descriptive, and I look at every major-league box at least once.

So, it was a little bit of a sad moment (not seeing it) but ultimately it was a nice one, because I felt like I didn’t miss much of anything at all.