Spring Fever

I always enjoy this time of the year.  The flowers are blooming and the air smells like baseball.  For those of you that are fans of the game you know exactly what I’m talking about!  Nothing better in my mind!  There is just something about heading out to the ballpark on a spring day.

As I was setting in my bleacher chair taking in my sons high school varsity baseball game my mind drifts off to the similarities of this awesome game and our lives.  You can either be thrown that beautiful fast ball that comes down the pipe and hits your bat for an amazing breath taking hit or you may get that nasty curve ball that you have to wait for what seems like an eternity to connect with or you just plain miss.  Wow! Doesn’t that sound like life?

I was reading a metaphor about some similarities.  Baseball, like life, has no established time for its ending.  Both will eventually end, but they do so at a time unbeknownst to anyone ahead of time. That uncertainty is part of the reason I love the game, and I can certainly say I’m glad that I don’t know when I’m going to meet my end. That’s what makes both life and baseball true adventures.

In baseball, just as in life, many decisions are before us, and over time, both good and bad will happen. Whether you’re caught stealing a cookie from the cookie jar or trying to steal second base, these things are bound to happen every once in a while.

The great thing about life and baseball is that we get a chance to redeem our errors — whether it’s by baking a batch of delicious peanut butter cookies or by hitting a walk-off solo home run to lead your team to victory.

In the end, I realize baseball may not be all that exciting when compared to other sports, but when you take a step back and look at it, there is a clear reason the sport became America’s pastime.