Making sense

Anne Lamott, on writing ...

"We are a species that needs and wants to understand who we are. Sheep lice do not seem to share this longing, which is one reason why they write so little. But we do. We have so much we want to say and figure out.”

Saturday, October 25, 2014

Batter Up ...Game 4

It is still hard to believe that the Kansas City Royals are in the World Series. We were so bad for so long. Twenty-nine years long.
Last time the boys in blue were playing top ball, I was in the hospital having Laurie. On October 22, 1985, she was born. Hot-shot pitcher Bret Saberhagen's wife was laboring with their first in a neighboring hospital. I do not have specific memories of the I-70 series, as I was a new mom and therefore distracted.
Now, though, it's baseball, baseball, baseball. Our city's fountains are spouting blue. Practically everyone is wearing baseball garb ... the mild October weather is perfect for T-shirts. Strangers in line at QuikTrip are still talking about that heart attack- inducing Wild Card game that sent us to the play-offs with the Los Angeles Anaheim Angels. We swept three games. Going up against the Baltimore Orioles, we swept four. Of course, we swept. We have players Butler and Dyson. LOL
And now here we are, competing in San Francisco, against the Giants. First game, we got spanked (7-1).
Second game, we won (7-2). Last night's full-count score was a sweet victory.
It is true to say that before each game I say a little prayer that our long-suffering baseball team and city will once again rise to the top.
It's been a long time coming.

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