Baseball teaches us, or has taught most of us, how to deal with failure. We learn at a very young age that failure is the norm in baseball and, precisely because we have failed, we hold in high regard those who fail less often–those who hit safely in one out of three chance and become star players. I also find it fascinating that baseball, alone is sport, considers errors to be part of the game, part of its rigorous truth.–Francis T. Vincent, Commissioner of Baseball 1989-92.
I love baseball. Some people think it is slow, but I love sitting and watching a game and actually having time to chat between pitches and innings. It is a summer game full of strategy and precision. And errors!
What a great metaphor for life. Even if I master this thing called life – or anything in life – marriage, child rearing, career, schooling, the quest for peace – I will still fail at times. I’d venture to say most humans fail most times. The beauty is – I keep getting up. I keep opening my heart after it has been broken. I keep trying to mend broken relationships. I keep trying to keep friendships in tact in the midst of so much that is busy!
Spring Training has begun far away in the warmth. I can’t wait until opening day. I will sit and route for my team – the O’s – the underdogs! I’ll watch them break records and do amazing things. I’ll watch them commit a bunch of errors, and I’ll enjoy the game!