I alluded yesterday to our national pastime, the magnificent sport of baseball. As I type right now, the first day of Spring Training games in the grapefruit league are drawing to a close. (Darn, Mets are beating the Braves...).
There is a poetic rhythm to a baseball game, elongated tercets of time where spring, summer, and fall air whisper promises of excitement at every pitch. Every swing of the bat could mean glory for the next 24 hours. Sun accentuates the bold colors of player, dirt, and grass into eye-watering contrast. Vast blocks of green, white, and dirt support a humming joy of spectator and participant alike.
Here is, without doubt, my favorite baseball movie scene:
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