Prelinger Archives Dad took me to a game here when I was very little. It looked like a gritty factory from outside, inside was cement, brick, and exposed girders. But the emerald green of the field took my breath away! Surely it is one memory sight that I will see again at the end.
November 1977 [] Baseball is a predictable series of unpredictable events. The pace is majestic yet peppered with quick action and reflexes, like explosions in a precise piston driving motion forward towards "Home" Just like the automobile, and invented in the same era. Time to absorb the ever-changing situation is built into the structure of the game. Each inning is full of promise. Guests go to bat first, but that sportsmanlike rule means the home team hosts have the "last say." Decision of the umpires is instant and final, Satisfying in it's finality. There ARE no unending arguments on the diamond field. Baseball is a mental, even a psychic, game. Everyone knows how many Strikes, how many Outs remain before the teams change roles again. Before exultation or "next time." Powerful strive-alries, exertions to the final ounce or farthest reach, But the staunchest enemies are both just teams of baseball players, of cities and regions alike. Wearing the same caps, uniforms and cleats, just in different colors but playing by the same rules like Life is supposed to be: Playing-field level, Each player having a chance at bat. A baseball game is like a life with chances to try again. Private courage plays out in public display. Springtime promise, endless Summer afternoons, thrilling action under the lights. The companionable silence of those closest to us, as well as those we've lost [but will always remember] Wreathed in Ballpark buzz, smells of popcorn, and peanuts, and beer. Being part of something bigger, older than your own private benefit; every neighbor your fellow fan, the best kind of civic pride and patriotism, The game you grew up with. And for the length of the game we sit among the generations, remembering other games, other Summer days gone past. You've been outdoors, away from work and worries for a time. Ar least for the length of the game. Baseball is timeless, pure as numbers human as a thrill. Play Ball! Dedicated to Dad, and to Jim Labig [///]
Inventor of Baseball Alexander Joy Cartwright, Jr. (April 17, 1820 – July 12, 1892)
" For the execution of the voyage to the Indies, I did not make use of intelligence, mathematics or maps. " Christopher Columbus
Every Day, and Night
in all Weather, Our Visitors Come
They come for the Sun,
Scents, Light -
" Looking back at my life's voyage,
I can only say that it has been a golden trip. " Ginger Rogers
They Come for the Flowers
" The universe lies before you on the floor, in the air, in the mysterious bodies of your dancers, in your mind. From this voyage no one returns poor or weary. " Agnes de Mille
The First Hawaiians Navigated here in great Voyaging Canoes [ like this ] See a Hawaiian Voyaging canoe