Life of Wry

When I’m scorekeeping, I often like to stand behind the plate in order to get as close to the umpire’s calls as I can.  Today, I spent a lot of time just to the right of home plate, but still right up against the fence.

Round about game three (yes, three games today, two yesterday, for a full weekend of baseball), standing at all was getting difficult..  my back was starting to ache in that way that makes you think we were never meant to be bipedal.. and after awhile, I was crouching down and watching the game from between slits in the backstop.   This was that view.

I really intended to write a little about the September 11 anniversary, which was on people’s minds (one of the parents put up a flag in our dugout).

However, it’s late and am way too sleepy to navigate that tricky territory well.  I will say I’ve been moved by the human stories, the personal losses.  NPR’s Storycorps, for example, has offered all week long a profound way to connect to people who were there. The human part of this story is hard to grasp and sad, the way all senseless loss of life is. Always. What this country has become since is also something profoundly sad.. but I really need to have my wits about me to write about that tragedy.

So for now, just another baseball shot, this one through the cracks.  That’s Alex pitching.  Some leg kick, huh?