America’s Game
I don’t watch baseball
but my father has been cheering for
the Chicago White Sox
since 1976.
A team the pope’s prayers cannot even save
(except for that one time in ‘05).
He shows up willingly
against all credible judgment
April after April
to get absolutely obliterated.
And then does it all again, 12 months later.
He says at least he gets some sunshine
and that next season will be our year.
I don’t watch baseball
but did you know in baseball if you get a hit
3 times out of 10
you’re in the hall of fame?
I don’t watch baseball
but I think the closest thing to magic on earth
is human resilience.
I don’t watch baseball
but I think I could use
to believe in that game.
postscript
P.S. I promise to always keep The Lauren Letter free as my little exercise of trying to make the world a bit more beautiful. If, in return, you could considering giving this post a “like” or share with a friend, it would just mean the world to me.
