Just watched a baseball player nearly miss a shoulder stabbing by flying broken bat. The trainer lifts his shirt and his teammates peer down to see if the splinters poke through or a bruise is forming. I collect baseball poems, but never write them. To a true fan, they can break your heart, ya know…like flying bats can pierce your skin.
He seems to be fine
Eight runs for the win today
Second place yet hope
I love that baseball inspires so much theological reflection. Note the themes of faith, belief, redemption…