Baseball is community in miniature.
Okay. So I'm a little crazy about this part of my life. I'll own up to it, gladly.
There is just something almost "spiritual"--not trying to offend anyone here, honest--about sitting and watching and scoring and talking out of the side of your mouth so as to not miss a single move on the field.
There is a community spirit at work here. The goal is to complete the diamond. The game demands teamwork, cooperation, confrontation, accountability, constant judgment, outcomes evaluation, forecasting and prayer with every pitch!
Camaraderie is always afoot at the ball park--on the field, in the clubhouse and in the stands. Why, even the beer, popcorn, hot dog, cotton candy and nut guys are just happy to be on board!
Baseball is urban, yet country. Increasingly shaped by technology, but playing out in a simple, "from the days of yesteryear" sort of way.
I watch the Pirates whenever I can (which is seldom here in Texas)--it started when I was just a kid. Something about Bill Mazeroski's series winning homer in the bottom of the ninth against the Yankees at old Forbes Field when I was 10-years-old . Mazeroski's home run capped an improbable victory by the Pirates, who were out scored in the series, 55-27. The Pirates were shout out twice in their three losses, losing by scores of 16-3, 10-0, 12-0, while their biggest margin of victory in their four wins was three runs.
So, I confess, I'm in Pittsburgh today.
Tomorrow I watch the Pirates take on the Mets. It doesn't matter that they are 18 games out of first place in the National League Central Division behind the St. Louis Cardinals. . .doesn't matter at all!
I'm just glad to be here and I'll be really glad when someone yells "Play ball!"
[Ackerman, wish you were here to show me around!]