I love baseball. It means summer, green grass, having a beverage out in the sun. And the make-up of the game is perfect for warm, lazy summer evenings--you can tune in for an inning, come back later, and probably not have missed a thing. And even if you did, every inning, every pitch really is classic drama: pitcher vs. batter, batter vs. fielder, fielder vs. runner. Any pitch could be the one that turns the game. And any player could be that day's hero, no matter how bad they are.
But the best thing about baseball is that you can be down to your last out and still come back to win the game. I told my second graders that before the Brewers opener--just like life, you can be way down, and still come back. It was actually (I thought) a pretty powerful and positive message.
And it proved true. Cincinnati hit a three run homer with two outs in the bottom of the ninth to win it.
Right message.
Wrong team.
Go, Brewers
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