Yesterday we were lost without baseball. I craved Cracker Jacks and a seventh
inning stretch. I wanted a sunny, green parkway drive, but got dreary, gray rain instead. It just wasn't the right
day-- our team was in Cleveland delayed by their own waterworks and we were bumbling around trying to fill
the void.
Initially looking at our season ticket schedule of 14 Sunday games throughout the season was more than
overwhelming. Where would camping fit in? What about weekends in Denver and Canton and Columbus and New York?
But one gameless weekend and I'm already hungry for more. I leafed through our hardcover companion
book to Ken Burns's Baseball documentary series to quell my appetite. And then today we watched
an HBO documentary about baseball in the 60s. But I'm still eager for Sunday-- getting back to the schedule--
getting back to the park.
Until then, I just hope the drizzle subsides and the dark clouds go missing. Maybe a game of catch with my
pliable new glove and my charmingly patient guy will keep me in check until Sunday comes. |
