Baseball. Seems like a simple game. You throw the ball. You hit the ball. You catch the ball. Hustle. Don’t be a lollygagger. It ain’t over til it’s over.
Baseball is a microcosm for all of life, especially here in the United States. The extended rules are as complex, and often open to loose interpretation, as the Bill of Rights. A baseball team, The Texas Rangers, was run poorly by our president before he was allowed to poorly govern our nation. That’s how much we love baseball. The roster spots for top tier talent in any business circle are referred to as “the major leagues.” Everyone wants to be major league. Baseball is for people with old souls, too much time on their hands, too little time to spare, optimists, realists, pessimists, and everyone in between from every corner of the world. There’s no rhyme or reason why someone that weighs 170lbs can throw a ball faster than a man twice his size and weight, but he does. There isn’t a scientific explanation, mathematical equation, astrological forecast, or psychic prediction, that could tell us when someone will hit 5 home runs in a major league baseball game, but you’ll remember where you were when it does happen. For all of it’s imperfections and reflections of the human spirit, to Baseball I say, you’re in a league of your own, and I would like to express my major league gratitude.
“Sometimes you win. Sometimes you lose. Sometimes it rains.” ~ Ebby Calvin “Nuke” LaLoosh
Take me out to the ball game,
Take me out with the crowd;
Buy me some peanuts and Cracker Jack,
I don’t care if I never get back.
Let me root, root, root for the home team,
If they don’t win, it’s a shame.
For it’s one, two, three strikes, you’re out,
At the old ball game.
~ Jack Norworth and Albert Von Tilzer