by Holly L. McEntyre
I spent my childhood
. learning to tell
. balls from strikes and
. rejoicing over 6-4-3
double plays.
Memorizing the names and positions
. of all “my” players,
. watching my Montreal Expos “win some, lose some”
. at Jarry Park,
copying their signatures from baseball cards
. into my little red scrapbook.
Belting out two anthems
. at “The Big ‘O’”
Proud of my country,
. and of Canada,
and of the great North American game.
In the film version
. of “Shoeless Joe”
James Earl Jones
. tells us
that baseball is
. the one constant,
baseball is America.
When baseball is ruined,
destroyed for the masses
. by the few
. wealthy enough
to own
. those who
. play for pay,
What does this say
. about our constant,
What does this say
. about our country?
It says
that even though a boy can
. “have a catch” with his father,
although Mo’Ne Davis “throws
. like a girl” at 70 MPH,
we have struck out,
because “Field of Dreams”
is just a movie, the “American Dream”
is just a myth, and
baseball
is just a game.
This is really great, and so true.
Oh, that is adorable (although surley they would die if they knew they were just called adorable!) The State Baseball Tournament is a big deal– I hope their games go/went well!
Yes, i remember reinadg it once. a very long time ago but i remember that he would raise his hands in his wind up then decide on what arm he would use. i believe it was banned a year later because it through hitters off too much