Spring Training has begun and I’m wondering why the game of Baseball
has such a profound effect on me and maybe you too? I suppose it has to do with
its reminder of the innocence of youth and the hopeful coming of Spring. While that seems to be true I sense there is
something else going on.
Games can be important for expressing the inner yearnings we
have about life. I love the religious order
and beauty of baseball, as humorously described by George Carlin. https://www.bing.com/videos/search?q=george+carlin+baseball+football+analogy&view=detail&mid=2501B7B2BFF03C869C592501B7B2BFF03C869C59&FORM=VIRE
When you walk into a
ballpark, you immediately relax and know you are going to be watching an
orderly liturgical sport with clearly defined roles and foul lines. There are the serious looking umpires in
black as the interpreters of the rules, uniformed garbed, numbered and overpaid
players of varying ability who do the best they can with an obvious mixture of
failure and success, the intently staring manager trying to tactfully but
forcefully control the very human mixture of skill, instinct and chance, the
over the hill coaches doing what they can to help, the slightly prejudiced
announcers and commentators interpreting the ambiguous happenings on the field while cheering for the home team, the noise of the mixed attentive and
inattentive crowd, the gracious community gathered to judge and forgive the
sins of the all too human players, the delicious sacramental hot dogs and other
expensive foods sold by the people who seem pleased to just be working close to
the game. And let’s not forget the
elders, the ushers who smile and welcome you to your seat. There is something mysteriously religious about
sitting at a game, eating a bun and a frank with a beer or pop, finally relaxed
and away from the stress and commotion of life.
I know this sounds overly romantic, idealistic, escapist and
it probably is but there is something magical about the game.
So, if you are among the religious cadre that loves Baseball,
I celebrate with you. If Baseball is not
your brand of sport, so be it. We, each,
have our ways of running away from the internal, external commotion and chaos
of our times.
But Baseball is back. Hallelujah!
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