Every since I can remember I have loved baseball. I can remember every team I have played on, coaches I had, friends I played with, new friends I made while playing, etc. Writing this, I can see the infield, smell the dirt and grass, see the chalked lines, hear the sound of the ball hitting the bat or glove. How I miss playing! I also remember going to baseball games in Oakland. Mostly our family would go see the Red Sox when they came in town to watch the A's. It was great! Even though we were in Oakland, the stands wer full of Red Sox fans. It was tough being a Red Sox fan until a few years ago when they finally won the World Series and then they were fortunate enough to win gain this last year.
I got off track from what my entry was going to be about. I guess that shows how much I love baseball.
A few weeks ago my wife and I were having a discussion. At times we all feel like we may have failed and sometimes we feel like that quite a bit. I try not to view it like that but everyone looks at things differently. I tried to explain to my wife that even the best baseball players fail about 70% of the time. A good baseball player will hit for about a .300 average. By the way these guys make thousands if not millions of dollars to fail 70% of the time. If you think about it, a baseball player can go out one day and go 0 fr 4 and then the next day go 2 for 3 and then the next go 1 for 3 and for the 3 game series be 3 for 10 and have hit .300 which is good. The best thing about it is that he totally failed the first day getting no hits. The player had the chance to come out the next day and try again. We too in life have the chance to try again each day or multiple times during the day.
Baseball has taught me many things and this is just one of them.
Friday, March 7, 2008
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How I too love the game of baseball. I am so very glad that we have always shared that and shared it in such a special way with dad. I still hear ringing in my head "balls in coming down" and think to myself...that's my brother. I was always so thrilled to watch you play and proud that you played the game liked you loved it. I wish you could be here to go to the spring training games with me..it is sort of stupid for an almost 50 year old woman to go sit at them alone!!! Lesa
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