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 codeI 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.
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.
Posted by: mrsmediocrity | 04/28/2010 at 12:34 PM