Letting go
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Today in the wake of the devistating weekend for Our Beloved Twins I found a peace. It was alot like what I recall of skinny dipping in a cold Rum River on chilly nights. First the shock and the body trys to reject the cold. Eventually I adjust and its ok. I am not cold, I have no shame or apolagy. I am what I am. Today, I am a fan of a pretty sad little baseball team. But no shame, no shock, no apolagy. Just acceptance. Acceptance that we will not win the division, the wild card and at our current pace probabally not even 3rd place.
It's liberating to watch this team in this new light (although skinny dipping is pretty liberating too). I wasn't even mad when the Twins wasted an effort by Johan tonight and continued their streak to 5 losses in a row.
There were small things I was grateful for today like Bret Boone being released. What was YOUR favorite Boone moment. I think mine was before he ever played and I was filled with hope. Hope that he may have a little left in the 'ol tank. Thic Naht Hahn tells us that hope is a terrible thing, that hope is not reality but rather expectation. But I try to keep Buddhism and baseball seperate....I digress.
Bartlett is up and thusly the era of Jason has begun (again). I would hope that he gets every chance to play this year and gets lots of coaching and help from the veterans.
My only impression of the game is this: Our Beloved Twins still have 2 months to play. I wish that I had seen a team having fun and playing the game and working hard. I haven't mailed it in on the season, I will still watch or listen to all games I can. I hope my team doesn't mail it in either. There can still be exciting baseball in Minnesota without the playoffs. I hope to see improvement and some exciting ball in the weeks to come as this years call-ups are playing for next years roster...once again we're talking about hope.
Ya know, on the drive to work today, was stuck at intersection after intersection as the police blocked off my neighborhood all the way to uptown. I was about to be mad at my commutes unplanned delay until I saw the guy lying in the street. You probabally saw it on the news, the two officers stabbed bye the guy who robbed the money store. He had been dead about 5 minutes when I saw him. Just a clump of clothes and hair from all I could see. I couldn't help but feel sorry for everybody, not just the officers but everyone. That dead man on the street had made poor choices perhaps, or maybe he was mentally ill. Either way, he lay there lifeless and it was too late to make new decisions and thats sad.
And that's how my day began...before the plunge into acceptance of my precious baseball season, I had to stare at death and reflect on my life, the life of my unborn child. I love you Thic Naht Hahn but I need hope. I need passions like baseball and I need tragedy.
It was a good day.
Today in the wake of the devistating weekend for Our Beloved Twins I found a peace. It was alot like what I recall of skinny dipping in a cold Rum River on chilly nights. First the shock and the body trys to reject the cold. Eventually I adjust and its ok. I am not cold, I have no shame or apolagy. I am what I am. Today, I am a fan of a pretty sad little baseball team. But no shame, no shock, no apolagy. Just acceptance. Acceptance that we will not win the division, the wild card and at our current pace probabally not even 3rd place.
It's liberating to watch this team in this new light (although skinny dipping is pretty liberating too). I wasn't even mad when the Twins wasted an effort by Johan tonight and continued their streak to 5 losses in a row.
There were small things I was grateful for today like Bret Boone being released. What was YOUR favorite Boone moment. I think mine was before he ever played and I was filled with hope. Hope that he may have a little left in the 'ol tank. Thic Naht Hahn tells us that hope is a terrible thing, that hope is not reality but rather expectation. But I try to keep Buddhism and baseball seperate....I digress.
Bartlett is up and thusly the era of Jason has begun (again). I would hope that he gets every chance to play this year and gets lots of coaching and help from the veterans.
My only impression of the game is this: Our Beloved Twins still have 2 months to play. I wish that I had seen a team having fun and playing the game and working hard. I haven't mailed it in on the season, I will still watch or listen to all games I can. I hope my team doesn't mail it in either. There can still be exciting baseball in Minnesota without the playoffs. I hope to see improvement and some exciting ball in the weeks to come as this years call-ups are playing for next years roster...once again we're talking about hope.
Ya know, on the drive to work today, was stuck at intersection after intersection as the police blocked off my neighborhood all the way to uptown. I was about to be mad at my commutes unplanned delay until I saw the guy lying in the street. You probabally saw it on the news, the two officers stabbed bye the guy who robbed the money store. He had been dead about 5 minutes when I saw him. Just a clump of clothes and hair from all I could see. I couldn't help but feel sorry for everybody, not just the officers but everyone. That dead man on the street had made poor choices perhaps, or maybe he was mentally ill. Either way, he lay there lifeless and it was too late to make new decisions and thats sad.
And that's how my day began...before the plunge into acceptance of my precious baseball season, I had to stare at death and reflect on my life, the life of my unborn child. I love you Thic Naht Hahn but I need hope. I need passions like baseball and I need tragedy.
It was a good day.
posted by Twinsluvver @ 9:59 PM
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