Greetings Dear Reader,
Sometimes I will end the day with thoughts that are
important to get out. Usually I just
write them and put them in my journal folder.
I have chosen that on occasion I will share them with you Dear Reader.
If you read regularly Dear Reader you know that I love
baseball. Last night was the best moment
in all the thousands of hours I have spent in and around baseball. I have pitched a no hitter. I saw Henry Aaron break Babe Ruth’s home run
record. I saw the game played 30 years
ago today between the Braves and the Mets that lasted 19 innings and still had
post game fireworks at four in the morning.
I saw my Braves dominate the National League in the 1990’s. I have witnessed a perfect game. I love baseball. From the ceremonial “first pitch” to the
National Anthem to the seventh inning stretch I have a lifelong love of this
amazing past time.
If all my baseball memories were to fade into nothing and I
could retain only ninety seconds of it I would choose them from last night’s
game. I watched our local Madison
Mallards play and win against Wisconsin Woodchucks. It is pure sweet baseball. There were fireworks scheduled after this
game as well.
The game was going by too fast. We could not have fireworks until dark (scheduled
by the universe for 9:20 local time). At
6:40 we were already in the bottom of the sixth inning. Fortunately for the wonderful people who
manage the team and the events the game was tied at the end of regulation
play. My team won in the bottom of the twelfth
3-2.
The highlight of this game and really for all of baseball
was the seventh inning stretch. My
Grandson, Orion sang the classic “Take Me Out to the Ball Game.” We have been planning for this moment since
Christmas. At four years old he captured
the hearts of the fans of Duck and Chucks alike.
He was amazing. His
parents were proud. His family cheered
and the Mallards’ staff were very pleased.
My heart felt young. My mind
remembered the great baseball moments my Grandfather provided for me. It is one of the things that drives me to create
such moments for my Grandsons.
It was a perfect night for baseball. The temperature was mild. The breeze was light. The humidity was low and the mosquitoes could
not get tickets. The sun hung low in the
sky as Orion sand. The crowed for ninety
seconds was united in the song that is one of the many great traditions of
baseball. Almost everyone followed the
lead of this amazing four year old. Then
they cheered him.
If I could capture the unity of that moment I would instill
it in all of the world. The innocence of
that boy loving baseball and singing could go far in helping us remember why
our nation can be great. That ninety
seconds is what we protect. The freedom
to have a past time that is noble and a little magical is what we fight
for. I saw beauty and grace in that
moment and it made me yearn to stretch the heart of it into eternity. If we don’t find a way to become that moment,
it is truly a shame.
Take me out to the ball game
Take me out with the crowd
Buy me some peanuts and crackerjacks
I don't care if I never get back
Let me root, root, root
For the Mallards (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
Wishing you joy in the journey,
Aramis Thorn
Mat 13:52 So Jesus said to them, "That is why every writer
who has become a disciple of Christ’s rule of the universe is like a home
owner. He liberally hands out new and old things from his great treasure store.”
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