Here in the United States, America’s pastime is warming up again. Baseball’s ageless boys of summer are in spring training and opening day is coming. Easter is coming. Spring is coming. Summer is coming.
I was reminded this week of a quote from the book, A Great and Glorious Game: Baseball Writings of A. Bartlett Giamatti.
From “The Green Fields of the Mind”
“It breaks your heart. It is designed to break your heart. The game begins in the spring, when everything else begins again, and it blossoms in the summer, filling the afternoons and evenings, and then as soon as the chill rains come, it stops and leaves you to face the fall alone. You count on it, rely on it to buffer the passage of time, to keep the memory of sunshine and high skies alive, and then just when the days are all twilight, when you need it most, it stops. . .
“Of course, there are those who learn after the first few times. They grow out of sports. And there are others who were born with the wisdom to know that nothing lasts. These are the truly tough among us, the ones who can live without illusion, or without even the hope of illusion. I am not that grown-up or up-to-date. I am a simpler creature, tied to more primitive patterns and cycles. I need to think something lasts forever, and it might as well be that state of being that is a game; it might as well be that, in a green field, in the sun.”
Here’s a link to my novel about baseball: Faith, Hope, and Baseball.