“The one constant through all the years, Ray, has been baseball. America has rolled by like an army of steamrollers. It has been erased like a blackboard, rebuilt and erased again. But baseball has marked the time. This field, this game: it’s a part of our past, Ray. It reminds of us of all that once was good and it could be again. Oh… people will come Ray. People will most definitely come.” – Terrance Mann
It’s opening day. The day games have started, the aces are warmed up, and the crisp spring has launched the Boys of Summer towards the Dog Days of Summer and the Fall Classic.
It’ll be a long summer of ups and downs. But few things match the magic, patriotism, and therapy that is sitting down on a humid summer evening, with a hot dog in one hand and a beer in the other, and enjoying America’s pastime.
The “Show” has begun, as Crash Davis might say.
“Yeah, I was in the show. I was in the show for 21 days once – the 21 greatest days of my life. You know, you never handle your luggage in the show, somebody else carries your bags. It was great. You hit white balls for batting practice, the ballparks are like cathedrals, the hotels all have room service, and the women all have long legs and brains.” – Crash Davis
I’m not one of them, but some worship the stats and myth like it’s a religion. Perhaps the most famous of these is Annie Savoy from Bull Durham.
“Baseball may be a religion full of magic, cosmic truth, and the fundamental ontological riddles of our time, but it’s also a job.” – Annie Savoy
But, to me, the magic of baseball is the pace, the stats, the legacy. I think Walt Whitman (and Terrance Mann) say it best…
“I see great things in baseball. It’s our game – the American game.” – Walt Whitman
Play ball, boys! Welcome back!