Friday, February 29, 2008

The Heady Rush of Spring


Saw this on ESPN.com today:


It is foolish and childish, on the face of it, to affiliate ourselves with anything so insignificant and patently contrived and commercially exploitive as a professional sports team, and the amused superiority and icy scorn that the non-fan directs at the sports nut (I know this look -- I know it by heart) is understandable and almost unanswerable. Almost. What is left out of this calculation, it seems to me, is the business of caring -- caring deeply and passionately, really caring -- which is a capacity or an emotion that has almost gone out of our lives. And so it seems possible that we have come to a time when it no longer matters so much what the caring is about, how frail or foolish is the object of that concern, as long as the feeling itself can be saved. Naivete -- the infantile and ignoble joy that sends a grown man or woman to dancing and shouting with joy in the middle of the night over the haphazardous flight of a distant ball -- seems a small price to pay for such a gift.

-Roger Angell, "Agincourt and After,"


It was apropos of something stupid (NBA Basketball), but it reminded me of how I feel about something.

Because yesterday was the first Spring Training game, and your Seattle Mariners won 10 to 3 over the San Diego Padres with new knuckleballer John Dickey picking up the "W".

Hope springs eternal. Even without Adam Jones.

See you in October.

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