![]() Baseball is tragedy, comedy, hope, misery, a never-ending story, a common bond between strangers and a family drama mashed together. Baseball is a language, a landscape and a history. For those that don’t, it’s impossible to explain, I’ve tried. Baseball is part of my daily ritual.īaseball is one of those sports that divides the world, into those that love it and those that don’t. I wake up every day during the baseball season and the first thing I do is read the box score of the game for the Minnesota Twins from the night before. Not because I ever played the game at a level beyond 7th grade, nor was ever any good, but because its part of the flow of the year, it’s part of my relationship with my Mother, it’s part of my daily existence for 8 months of the year from March to October. ![]() ![]() ![]() Hoping to be surprised at our team’s play įor those of you reading this blog who are not baseball fans, you might not realize that today is opening day the start of a new season, the promise of a new year.īaseball is in my blood. Great cities’ teams are too often favored,Īre hoping against hope for our team’s day, Whilst the team I follow such triumph bars, Let those whose teams are favored by the stars Join 460 other subscribers Search for: Archives
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