Baseball

Baseball is not really a sport. Oh I know there are hits and runs. There are more statistics that even Arthur C. Clarke's HAL 9000 could ever handle. But when all is said and done, Baseball is joy. I know that sounds like an epic stretch, a sort of left fielder leaping high and taking a home run away from David Ortiz. Yet, I stand by my statement: Baseball is joy. Consider my recent trip to Pittsburgh with the sole intent of watching at least nine innings of America's game. We arrived in the Steel City four hours before the game. The ballpark is right downtown, along the river. As we approached the stadium, we crossed over a yellow bridge. Thousands of like minded folk were doing the same thing:laughing, talking and enjoying a perfect summer's day. This too is baseball. This too is joy.