The game, in its perfection, includes errors. The inhuman elements of baseball are perfect. Natural grass, real dirt, naturally occurring limestone, wood bats, yarn-and-hide balls, mud from the New Jersey side of the Delaware River. It's the human element--always imperfect yet always striving for perfection, albeit futilely, that is its tug.
It was part of his response to a question about instant replay, but I liked it independent of the context.