the game

With those who don't give a darn about baseball, I can only sympathize.  I do not resent them.  I am even willing to concede that many of them are physically clean, good to their mothers and in favor of world peace.  But while the game is on, I can't think of anything to say to them. ~Art Hill

Last nights game three hours and forty five minutes, only to lose by one The end is near, another season winding down, our last season.

I will miss this game that consumes my boys

I will miss spitting sunflower seeds and ballpark nachos

I will miss the nuances of the game, the superstitions, the baseball code

I will miss the friends who understand that life from February to August is broken down in innings not days, hours or minutes.

This way of life I have come to know and love is changing, breathe deep & adapt.

 

Comments

[mrsmediocrity]

I was just thinking the other day how I miss those days, my son played for years and years but now he is grown and I miss everything about it...mostly I miss the perfect excuse to sit in the sun and enjoy life without doing five other things at the same time.
Watching baseball on television is not the same. I miss the being there, in the moment.