I went to see our San Antonio Missions play ball yesterday evening. For me it is the start of my home team’s season home opener that is truly the beginning of Spring. That and the first really bad onslaught with allergies.
Picked up a book on the history of the Texas League and got it signed by the writers. Who also encouraged me to write about my experiences as a little league coach while I was a teenager in Korea.
Won small keychains on a spinning wheel, which I gave to two kids sitting next to me during the game.
Later I won a pair of tickets to a future game on the same spinning wheel. I blamed a kid standing next to him for my good fortune and bought him a spin. He won a pair of tickets too.
Bought a fitted Missions on the road ball cap.
Talked about the great Philadelphia Phillies from the early 80s with a teen who’s family is from Philly.
If you were to ask me what religion I practice… it’s the Church of Baseball.
“I believe in the Church of Baseball. I’ve tried all the major religions and most of the minor ones. I’ve worshipped Buddha, Allah, Brahma, Vishnu, Siva, trees, mushrooms, and Isadora Duncan. I know things. For instance, there are 108 beads in a Catholic rosary and there are 108 stitches in a baseball. When I learned that, I gave Jesus a chance. But it just didn’t work out between us. The Lord laid too much guilt on me. I prefer metaphysics to theology. You see, there’s no guilt in baseball…
Sometimes it seems like a bad trade, but bad trades are part of baseball. Now who can forget Frank Robinson for Milt Pappas, for God’s sake! It’s a long season, and you gotta trust it. I’ve tried them all, I really have. And the only church that truly feeds the soul day in, day out, is the Church of Baseball.” – Annie Davoy from Bull Durham
Oh, and I watched a baseball game.
You Happy Puppet 