I used to watch baseball all the time. I stopped doing that, along with a lot of other things, a few years ago. Things that used to make me, well, me. But tonight I decided to watch the end of the World Series. Game 7, tied in the 9th at 6-6. Baseball doesn’t get better than that! I was hoping the Cubs would win. They had an awesome season and they needed to end their own curse. There is nothing better than watching the joy and happiness these guys feel at that last out. Nothing can take that moment away from them. And they did it. In the bottom of the 10th, final score, 8-7. Watching the first baseman put that game winning ball in his pocket after he tagged the guy out at first. The players hugging each other. The fans cheering, even though it was at the Indians ballpark. This is November baseball.
Maybe next spring I will watch more baseball. I can’t keep doing this education fight forever. Something is going to have to give sooner or later. But I’m not at that point yet.
The Season Of Myths 