September 19, 2006
Chris Brooks writes a monthly newsletter for her
business as well as being published on several websites. She references
you and our baseball season, thought you might be interested.
Ed Mutti - Athletics
PLAY BALL! Newsletter
"I see great things in baseball. It's our game - the American game.
It will take our people out-of-doors, fill them with oxygen, give
them a larger physical stoicism. Tend to relieve us from being a
nervous, dyspeptic set. Repair these losses, and be a blessing to
us." ~Walt Whitman
A few weeks ago I sat and watched a friends’ baseball game and
thought, "wow...this is the life!" The day was warm and perfect, not
a cloud in the sky. It instantly brought me back to a time when I
was younger and used to play baseball in the corner lot. A time when
playing in the corner lot was not only okay, it was encouraged.
Back then, things were simple. We divided up our teams, and gloves,
bats and balls and played. All day. We didn’t know what
discrimination meant. Back then we all had the same thing. We were
kids of all shapes, sizes, and backgrounds and since we all grew up
in the same neighborhood, well, none of us were "rich." Even if
PlayStation, XBox, and cable TV existed (which they didn't), I doubt
we would have been interested. We were too busy being Yaz, Pudge,
and Butch. We pitched like Eckersley, caught like Fisk, and fielded
like Rice. Our heroes were real....and back then, if scandals among
them existed, we were the last to know. We felt the exhilaration of
hitting the sweet spot, we took the time to breathe in the fragrance
of the fresh cut grass and heard the countless "I got it's!!" that
usually resulted in the following, "no I don'ts...." We slept with
our gloves nearby, rubbed down with oil and rubber banded together.
We dreamed of the next big game, and our only worries were getting
out of chores the next day so that we could play.
Times were easier.
As I sat at my friends’ game and watched these grown men play, I
couldn't help but smile. While their competitive spirit may have
been a little more charged up, they were still boys, in the field,
on a summer day, dreaming of their childhood heroes. On this day, as
they hit, and fielded, and ran...they were professionals. Their
grass stained uniforms, sweaty hats, and bloodied knees were proof
enough that they were the real deal. While their loyal fans,
complained of the bugs, the heat, the sun, the clouds, and the lack
of bathrooms (while they sat in comfortable chairs, and rubbed on
sunscreen) I couldn't help but laugh and think about how times have
Nowadays, most of us come in from outside long before the
streetlights come on. Most of us don't leave cookies out for Santa
anymore, and most of us have long forgotten about the first time we
felt a baseball make contact with that perfect spot on the bat that
sent the ball farther (much farther) than it should ever go. Most of
us have forgotten about these things for one reason. And one reason
only: We don't do them. It is not that we don't believe in them, or
have time, it's that we simply make up excuses for why things can't,
or shouldn't be done. We have swapped the notion of growing up with
The hardest part about anything is actually doing it. We have all
procrastinated. We all have dreaded going to the grocery store, the
bank, the gym, for a walk or even visiting with friends. Things have
become, for lots of us, a chore. Life has become a chore.
Let me remind you...life is not a chore. Not only is it not a chore,
it is fleeting, and should be enjoyed and cherished. Like I said, we
have all procrastinated and dreaded doing things. This, I think, is
part of getting older...but it doesn't have to be all encompassing.
The hardest part in doing things, anything, is just doing them. Once
the lawnmower is fired up, cutting the grass is not a chore. Most
times, it's a chance to get fresh air, check something off a to-do
list, visit with neighbors and be proud of an accomplishment. It's
the initial action that's lacking.
So, with summer fading fast for lots of us...I remind you all to get
out there. Enjoy the last drips of summer, and make them worthwhile.
Take the time to appreciate the green grass, the cool nights and the
local vegetable stands selling off the remainder of their goods.
With this in mind…. Get out there! Play catch. Go for a walk. Hit a
baseball. Take the time to remember your first hit, catch and home
run. These memories are what we should be thinking about before we
doze off. These are the memories that will bring us smiles when we
are (much) older. There's still plenty of time for more.....
Times have changed. Hold on to the ones that have made you who you
are today, and play ball!
**This newsletter wouldn't be complete without the mention of one
person….the coach of my friend’s team, Jim. Jim had an idea. It was a
simple one. He wanted to play ball again. He wanted to choose up
sides, stay out with the fireflies and catch, and run, and hit. So
he did. He organized an entire league to do just that. So not only
does he get to do that, about 100 or so men do too. (and it wouldn't
surprise me one bit to find those men with their mitts rubbed with
oil, nearby where they sleep) Thanks Jim!
Put an idea to action. You never know who it might affect. If you
need, or would like, suggestions on outdoor activities, food
combining or Sunrider, please let me know.
Until next time,
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