"The Green Fields of the Mind " by A. Bartlett Giamatti
"It breaks your heart. It is designed to break your heart. The game begins in the spring, when everything else begins again, and it blossoms in the summer, filling the afternoons and evenings, and then as soon as the chill rains come, it stops and leaves you to face the fall alone. You count on it, rely on it to buffer the passage of time, to keep the memory of sunshine and high skies alive, and then just when the days are all twilight, when you need it most, it stops. "
Thanks to my good friend JET from SG for providing the subject for this post. Angie and my sister in law Amanda had their show today, and I was at my Mom's all day with the kids: I had no clue what to write about and had decided to take a break.
When I got home, JET had posted this at Surviving Grady: and it explains how I feel right now to perfection. So I bogarted it: I hope you don't mind, JET.
Yeah, I've watched football all day, and the Chargers/Colts game is on in the background as I type. I'm frustrated my Redskins gacked up a lead in the 4th quarter, and I'm equally frustrated the Yankees of the NFL, the Cowboys, are 8-1.
But I miss baseball. I miss Remy saying "Buenos Noches, Amigos", Manny pimping at home plate after a home run, and Youk slamming his helmet down after a called strike. I miss Beckett cursing at himself, Tek looking up at hitters in his crouch, and Papi's mega watt smile.
I miss Tito rocking back and forth, Lowell picking one out of the dirt at 3rd, and Coco making another circus catch in CF. I want to see that sweet swing of JD Drew, Lugo checking his cup for the 1789th time, and the Munchkin gobbling up an extra base hit at 2nd.
I miss Pap acting like a maniac after closing out a game, the bullpen jug band, and Daisuke waiting on the mound for the next pitcher to come into the game.
Bart Giamatti got it: he understood what a baseball fan felt. Because he was one, and a die-hard Red Sox fan at that. I wonder what the game would look like today if he hadn't had that heart attack 16 years ago, ending his time as Commissioner after only 154 days. Just 8 days after banning Pete Rose from the game for gambling, he was gone.
As you can tell from what he wrote, he loved the game: and he loved his Red Sox.
I'd like to think he's been looking down and smiling the past 4 years. His beloved Red Sox have won 2 World Championships, something they never were able to accomplish in his 51 years on this rock.
Rest easy, Bart.
They did it.
*Update: Bill James may be Nostradamus.*
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