Went to the Boston Red Sox and Braves game night before last at the TED—
A beautiful night in an outdoor stadium with real grass, the smell of hot dogs, peanuts and beer in the air and the still light sky at 9:00 p.m. .... A wonderful breeze blew all night--it was a good night to be out of doors-- Baseball--the greatest game in the world. Our National Pastime--Naysayers need only to walk the hallowed halls of Cooperstown if there is a doubt, or recite the words immortalized in celluloid in the classic baseball epic Field of Dreams...
"They'll pass over the money without even thinking about it: for it is money they have and peace they lack. And they'll walk out to the bleachers; sit in shirtsleeves on a perfect afternoon. They'll find they have reserved seats somewhere along one of the baselines, where they sat when they were children and cheered their heroes. And they'll watch the game and it'll be as if they dipped themselves in magic waters. The memories will be so thick they'll have to brush them away from their faces. People will come ...The one constant through all the years has been baseball. America has rolled by like an army of steamrollers. It has been erased like a blackboard, rebuilt and erased again. But baseball has marked the time. This field, this game: it's a part of our past. It reminds of us of all that once was good and it could be again. Oh... people will come. People will most definitely come."
Life is Good.
Amen.
