“People ask me what I do in winter when there’s no baseball. I’ll tell you what I do. I stare out the window and wait for spring.” ~ Rogers Hornsby
As baseball season draws to a close, I wish I had recorded some games.
I used to be a news addict, but now baseball is about all I watch. If the Tigers aren’t playing, I look for someone else. And that’s not easy since we don’t subscribe to MLB.
Come to think of it, we don’t even own a DVR.
I feel the shakes coming on.
“There are three things in my life which I really love: God, my family, and baseball. The only problem–once baseball season starts, I change the order around a bit.” ~Al Gallagher
I don’t know why my life has revolved around a small foldout schedule.
Well, not my life. But at least my entertainment. I must be in front of the TV at 1 or 2 or 4 or 7 or 8. And I might watch a replay at midnight or the next day.
It’s really sad when I decline a dinner out unless we can be home in time for the first pitch, preferring to scrounge for leftovers or eat a cold cheese sandwich.
Maybe I need an intervention.
My cheap frugal husband should be glad. It doesn’t cost him anything. Except for the satellite bill, of course. And it’s much less expensive than a trip to the actual park.
I kind of like watching from my summer seating anyway. I can see up close and personal. Every glob of spittle. Every “adjustment.” And I can read on lips words I’d rather not, and quite possibly words the players wish I couldn’t.
And I can fuss at them like a mother. They seemed a lot older when I was younger. Now some are younger than my own kids.
I think I have a problem.
I also love the closeups of facial expressions that speak volumes of joy and pain and frustration. And the occasional acknowledgment of a power higher than a game.
“Baseball is a ballet without music. Drama without words.” ~Ernie Harwell
I’m not sure why I’ve been so obsessed with baseball this year. Maybe I’m just tuned in to the drama of life that’s played out on the field. Where you start at home and end at home, and are safe. Where you press on with everything you’ve got to the end in spite of obstacles. Where you can win even in defeat, and perfection is imperfect.
Maybe there really isn’t anything wrong with me.
After all, baseball is a study of life.
But what am I going to do now?
“Life will always throw you curves, just keep fouling them off . . . the right pitch will come, but when it does, be prepared to run the bases.” ~Rick Maksian