A reader of this blog writes to object to a recent baseball post: “Barry Bonds’ ball has no place in a forum for spirituality,” she complains.
O but it does. Baseball and spirituality are hopelessly entangled. Consider the spiritual lessons learned by Detroit Tigers fans. Our heroes were in the World Series last year. Sunday afternoon they will go home, out of the playoffs. They are the fifth-best team in the American League, and their fans are all disappointed.
Expectations were high at the beginning of the season, and for three months the team played very well. Then, in mid-July, they began to falter. Some of it was bad luck: eleven pitchers were on the disabled list for part of the season. Some of it was age: former stars couldn’t get around on the high fastball any more. Some of it seemed to be that old cliche “lack of concentration.” The Tigers lost and lost again. By early September, an ugly truth was apparent: at least four teams in the American League were better than the Tigers.
It’s a metaphor for the human condition: great expectations and impressive talent followed by mediocre performance and ultimate defeat. Don’t tell me that baseball doesn’t belong on a spirituality blog.
But there’s hope. We’ll watch some terrific baseball in the playoffs and World Series. And there’s next year. The Tigers will be better, and the Yankees and Indians might be worse. I’ll end with Terence Mann’s speech from the movie Field of Dreams:
“The one constant through all the years, Ray, has been baseball. America has rolled by like an army of steamrollers. It’s been erased like a blackboard, rebuilt, and erased again. But baseball has marked the time. This field, this game, is a part of our past, Ray. It reminds us of all that once was good, and that could be again.”