In a Field
Having never been a sports fan I will roll my eyes at the very thought of running down the floor bouncing a ball and throwing it at a basket. Or sitting in the cold watching a ball go back and forth on a stripped field, or watching people bounce balls off their heads into nets.
I can’t imagine how much time and money is wasted on these events. Though I think that all spectator sports are totally useless, I will never utter displeasure at baseball. I can’t recall watching a baseball game sine I was six or seven when I was taken to Yankee and Shea Stadiums to see baseball games. I saw Mantle and Marris and Whitey Ford. I had my photo taken with Blefery.
You might think I’d lump baseball in with the other organized sports I detest since I never really paid attention to the game. There had been a few moments in my history that poisoned me against the game, but somehow I will not say anything unkind about it. I have a reverence for the game unlike anything I know. I will mock organized and disorganized religion. I will mock politics, people, commerce and education. I will mock long standing traditions and institutions, but I will never speak unkindly of baseball.
The teams are losing their winter weight in tropical training camps in preparation for another season. It brings a certain joy to my heart even though I will continue my tradition of ignoring everything about the game. I will hold fast again and remain ignorant while holding onto my reverence for the boys of summer and the games they play during the warm summer days and evenings.