Baseball. Major League Baseball has a TV channel. Its early January, the Seahawks have been done for four months. The Vikings just tanked it the entire second half of the game against the Eagles.
But - I can turn on the TV and warm up to the Hot Stove - I can watch Don Larsen's perfect game - I can watch Gibson limp around the bases - Ken Griffey's sweet sweet swing - Jackie Robinson taking the field - A no hitter - a home run - Tori Hunters glove stealing a run - Ichiro gunning down the runner - The set - The wind-up - the pitch - the steal - and it's summer again.
Baseball moves me. Baseball gives me hope. Baseball is a calm influence on a hectic life. Baseball is be passed on. Baseball is enjoyed slowly, digested over an afternoon. Baseball stays the same. Baseball is always different.
Baseball is something to be enjoyed. Baseball brings me happiness.
Monday, January 05, 2009
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