Howdy,
Strange weather today: but a beautiful day for baseball. (‘Course that’s many days.)
We went to watch James play, and it was a lot of fun: a gorgeous little ballpark, tucked away but an inspiration of bigger things. Jasper and Titus—totally taken by James’ every move—were eager to cheer and also drawn in by the game (the playing field and the players’ actions) and have questions for every quirk in baseball that becomes common knowledge with age and experience.
Common knowledge, baseball: yet they say you never know what you may see in a game of baseball. And any inning can involve something you’ve never before seen in a ballpark.
Green grass is so great, and Turlock’s open, country sky, with that briefest of rainfall today, offered a special expanse of blue hues holding layers of clouds which shifted into patterns of palette with sunset’s pop of powdery paints, making the drive home an enjoyable extension of the family evening out.
Baseball playing out under open skies in green backyards, battered hometown youth fields, beautiful university diamonds, or Big League stadiums is a rich heritage and unique pastime of action, actions, acuity, alacrity, alertness, angles, arguments, arms, asserting, assessing, attack, averages, and … etc.
And you could make such a list for every letter of the alphabet.
Maybe someday I will.
K is for Strikeout, for example. Baseball. Common knowledge. A game played in the backyard. Beautiful, green yards open under scintillating shifting skies. Dazzling in day and sparkling at night.
Seriously, for a fresh gasp of pleasant atmosphere there aren’t many things like the natural ambiance abundant in the open-aired blend of a sunset in great weather and baseball in the backyard.
—Billy
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