Archive for June, 2010

Spokane, here we come!

Tuesday, June 29th, 2010

I’ve never been to the well-touted Spokane Wood Bat tournament, held over the July 4th holidays. It will feature the Chargers, Electrics and Stallions, all of the Legion teams from Great Falls.

Most of my family will be going (I’m the only newbie from the immediate family on the trip). Of course, I’ll be keeping statistics and calling in stories to the Tribune on a daily basis.

Someone asked me yesterday if I ever tired of baseball. I guess the answer is evident, given my father’s passion for the game. The fact that the entire rest of my family is practically rabid about it is my greatest support.

Spokane should be fun … tune in toward the end of the week for more details.

They shook their heads at me …

Friday, June 18th, 2010

I won’t lie: I’ve been trying really hard to improve my attitude. But with the incessant rain and the fact that a certain professional ball club starts up a week from today without me involved, it’s been hard.

But I decided to mow my lawn today, a really therapeutic task for me. So, donning my headphones, and listening to the Best of Al Jarreau on the mp3 feature of my cell phone, I strode onto our new lawn.

The sun came out right afterward—probably due to my entrance onto the yard. I set the cutting height up a couple notches so as not to hurt the new growth, and off I went.

“Agua de Beber” was the song that really got me. I memorized the Spanish a long time ago, and it was still fresh. And the sun was shining!, so I launched into its first verse. Driving rhythm, driving lawn mower, happier guy, getting out of his doldrums—what could be better than that?

As I rounded the corner, a mother and her 9-year-old son stopped just beyond our fence to stare quizzically at me. I waved (what a beautiful day!), but they didn’t wave back. Well, unless you call pointing to one’s ear and making a funny circular motion a wave.

My audience grew by two, a master and his dog, and the four members of my audience had a conversation, pointing and laughing. Didn’t they know how long I had been in a funk? No, probably not.

Making a route around the lawn and returning to where I first saw these folks, Al launched into “Mornin’,” and I took his lead, singing and dancing as much as the mower allowed me to shimmy and shake. They all shook their heads and moved onto their next scene.

Nothing like a few rays of sunshine, a little Al, and a little audience to lift a person.

“Need I tell you that everything here is just fine …”

Going beyond the lines

Friday, June 4th, 2010

The Wednesday night dust-up at Comerica Park yielded a penitent Jim Joyce and a very forgiving Armando Galarraga. An episode like this is worth preserving to show to young children the value of good sportsmanship. A remarkable outcome to a potentially ugly event. Beyond the lines for sure.

Joe Posnanski of Sports Illustrated, perhaps the most eloquent sports writer these days, posted a tribute to Galarraga in his blog Thursday:

Galarraga pitched a perfect game on Wednesday night in Detroit. I’ll always believe that. I think most baseball fans will always believe that. But, more than anything, it seems that Galarraga will always believe it. The way he handled himself after the game, well, that was something better than perfection.

Dallas Braden’s perfect game was thrilling. Roy Halladay’s perfect game was art. But Armando’s Galarraga’s perfect game was a lesson in grace.

And when my young daughters ask, “Why didn’t he get mad and scream about how he was robbed?” I think I will tell them this:

I don’t know for sure, but I think it’s because Armando Galarraga understands something that is very hard to understand, something we all struggle with, something I hope you will learn as you grow older: In the end, nobody’s perfect. We just do the best we can.

Amen.