The Netherlands national baseball team is the national baseball team of the Netherlands, representing the country in international men's baseball. They are currently ranked as the best team in the European Union, and the team is also ranked seventh place in the IBAF World Rankings.
The Netherlands participated in the Summer Olympic Games in 1996, 2000, 2004 and 2008. The team has also participated in both of the other major international baseball tournaments recognised by the International Baseball Federation (IBAF): the World Baseball Classic (WBC) and the Baseball World Cup. In 2011, the team caused a sensation when it won the World Cup after beating 25-time champion Cuba in the finals.
The team is controlled by the Koninklijke Nederlandse Baseball en Softball Bond, which is represented in the Confederation of European Baseball. The Netherlands competed in the 2009 Baseball World Cup.
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