There is a rapture on the lonely shore;
There is society, where none intrudes.
By the deep sea, and music in its roar:
I love not man the less, but Nature more...

-Lord Byron

Definition of Walkabout :

a short period of wandering as an occasional interruption of regular work
Showing posts with label baseball. Show all posts
Showing posts with label baseball. Show all posts

01 March 2017

Spring training

This isn't a story that will hold you captivated on the edge of your seat.

It's more of a journal entry into the diary of my life.

Spring baseball training is here again in the desert.
My good friend CJ is a huge baseball fan, has been his entire life. It's rubbed off on me. I usually only go to one Spring game each year, and this time around is was at Hohokam Stadium, home of his beloved Oakland A's, against my favorite team the Angels.
Ironically, we went to lunch at Mambos earlier this week, a local Dominican Kitchen in Chandler. The DR is home to many a professional baseball player, and on this occasion several came in to eat while we were there, the most famous being Angels player Albert Pujols.
I sit behind home plate with a burger and a beer, listening to the crack of the bat and the pounding of leather as the ball hits the glove.
Sunday afternoons in the Spring are best spent this way, at least I think so.

21 July 2015

The National Underground Railroad Freedom Center

"A white man opened fire in a historic black church, in Charleston, South Carolina the night of June 17, 2015, killing nine people, including a pastor, during a prayer meeting. "

As I heard this news, I stopped what I was doing and bowed my head in a moment of silence. It's hard to love a country that is so filled with racial hatred.

I found no coincidence in finding the National Underground Railroad Freedom Center later that week along the banks of Ohio river in downtown Cincinnati. Like a moth to a flame, I was drawn to this place.


"We may encounter many defeats, but we must not be defeated."

I come to a section that has artwork that represents "freedom" to the youth of our country today. One of my personal favorites is from Kayla Savage, 10th grader from Michigan :
 Here is her piece:
The diversity of baseball exhibit is yet another example of of how people can come together under the bond of sportsmanship and play through skin deep differences toward a greater goal.

"I raise up my voice not so I can shout, but so that those without a voice can be heard. We cannot succeed when half of us are held back."





04 May 2014

passing down a National Past time....

"this is my first time being to a baseball game you know...."

"Really? We need to change that."

There is nothing I find more relaxing than watching baseball. Throw in a warm Spring night with family and friends, a complimentary suite with free food and drinks, and you'll need to drag me home when the night is over. The tradition of this sport is more than just a game, it's time spent with people you care about in a way unlike anything else.
I teach my niece and nephew the subtleties of the game over corn dogs and beer. We watch for foul balls coming our way, cheer at home runs, delight in singing at the seventh inning stretch.
The bright stadium lights sit in contrast to the setting sky, holding an air of wonder over the green grassy field. We are on the edge of our seats with the game tied at the top of the ninth when a 3-2 pitch is hit high up in center field....four outfielders go for it....and the ball falls in between all of them...the runner rounds third base and heads home....he is safe!

Bee's win! Bee's win!

It's a sound that never tires or grows old, much like the game itself.