One Last Baseball Quote for Now
November 3, 2004
I often share the following quote with friends at the end of the baseball season. Like the one in the previous entry, it is from the late (and great) A. Bartlett Giamatti, who in his lifetime was a Renaissance scholar, President of Yale University, and the Commissioner of Major League Baseball. If there were a baseball team of intellectual gods, Giamatti would hit cleanup in my lineup.
It breaks your heart. It is designed to break your heart. The game begins in the spring, when everything else begins again, and it blossoms in the summer, filling the afternoons and evenings, and then as soon as the chill rains come, it stops and leaves you to face the fall alone. You count on it, rely on it to buffer the passage of time, to keep the memory of sunshine and high skies alive, and then just when the days are all twilight, when you need it most, it stops. Today… a Sunday of rain and broken branches and leaf-clogged drains and slick streets, it stopped, and summer was gone.
Posted by Bill Trippe at November 3, 2004 9:04 PM
