A Homily in the Church of Baseball
I love this game. I really do.
For instance,
I love the shape, the geometry of the game—so clean, so precise,
60 feet 6 inches exactly from the pitcher’s mound to home plate.
I love the beauty of a baseball diamond.
No warlike football territories that need to be defended and conquered
But a round white pitcher’s mound, and miles and miles of green, green grass.
And the trinity of bases, or
the stages of my life may be—from youth to adulthood to old age