Time

12/2010

With Thanksgiving becoming a distant memory and Christmas having come and gone, we stand at the threshold of a new year.  It’s hard to believe we are about to let 2011 slip into the record books.  Wasn’t it just a few months back that we were saying goodbye to 2010?  Time is a squirmy little concept.  Years seem to fly by.  You close your eyes and it seems your kids have grown and flown from the nest.   On the other hand, yet you stand in line at the checkout counter and your patience can find itself stretched to capacity in a mere matter of minutes.  Crazy how it works, isn’t it?

Think about it.  You start off the work week; get bogged down in the stress and find yourself wishing time would slip into high gear and bring those days off flying around the corner.  You hit the weekend and you’re putting on the brakes trying to slow the clock down so you can have just a little more time!  You wake up an hour before the alarm clock goes off, glance at the time before drifting back off to sleep and it seems that last hour just wasn’t enough.  You sit in the waiting room of the doctor’s office watching the second hand tick tortuously around in a circle and that hour seems like an eternity.

How can a single measurement of time cause so many different reactions? 

I’ve talked about time in many different ways in the blog articles.  I guess it’s just something which intrigues me.  I’ve talked about trading time to our employers for money and sharing time with family and friends; time as a commodity.  The thing is none of us really know how much time we have, so we simply don’t know how valuable it is.  When something is in short supply, the value goes up; like a shortage of fuel or a limited collector’s item.  If we really knew how much time we had, we would probably be spending it on the things which we valued the most.

We’re at the beginning of another school year.  Wow!  Those kids have no idea how fast their time will pass them by.  Most of them live with the idea that they have plenty of time ahead of them.  Parents will be talking about managing their time so they have enough time for school work.  They will need to balance the amount of time they devote to sports, friends, and work.  Above all else, how do we teach them that their time is valuable and limited?

Of course, their carefree spirits towards time and life in general will allow them to live life more fully.  They’ll take more risks than we’d like them to take.  They’ll see life as an adventure and an experience to be savored.  In short, many of them will want to use their time for fun and we want them to enjoy being kids. One day, however, they may find themselves wishing for time to slow down so that they can do all they wanted to do.  They will hope for enough time to spend with the people they care most about.  And, they’ll stare at that clock on the office wall hoping for time to speed up so they can get off work and have time to themselves.  They will see their own kids wasting their time and they’ll encourage them to use it more wisely.

A Season For Hope

2012

Well, it’s over.  The scoreboard is dark.  The public address system is silent. The seats are empty.  The bases have been brought in.  The bats and balls have been put away.  The grass will weather the winter and the chalk lines will fade into the dirt.  Sadly, the disappointment is still sinking in.  For weeks, I was pumped, but in just one fall night my hopes were crushed…at least until next season. Okay, if you know me, you’ve probably realized I’m talking about the brutal loss My Rangers took at the hands of the St. Louis Cardinals.  I use the word brutal, because it hurt, not because it was one of those one-sided, lame, boring World Series battles.

A little history:  When I was a kid, I hated baseball or at least, I told myself I did.  I played part of a season.  It was in Virginia; the summer league at the fields near Indian River High School.  I believe I was in the third or fourth grade.  I had no concept of the game and everyone I was playing with had been playing for at least a couple of years.  I was scared to death to take the field.  I was afraid I’d make a mistake or not know what to do.

My younger brother, he was great at it.  He started young and each year his team got better and better.  He could pitch.  He could catch.  He could play a mean second base.  My dad was one of the coaches and he had a natural talent for it.  If he hadn’t decided to make a career out of the Navy, coaching would have been his calling.

It wasn’t like it is today where they used tees or pitching machines to learn the game.  Those kids were pitching from the beginning and some of them were just fantastic.  They took the game serious.  They listened during the practices and followed all of dad’s drills.  I actually enjoyed hanging out at his practices more than I enjoyed playing with my own team, so I just stopped playing.

Fast Forward:  I’m in college.  I went to several Rangers games in the old stadium just because the bank I worked for took all of its employees.  The park was practically empty.  I remember one game was against the White Sox and it went nine innings with a score of one to nothing.  The Rangers lost.  It just reinforced the idea that baseball was boring.

Surprisingly, I became a trainer for the college team.  I enjoyed the game at that level, but it was mostly because of the attitude of the guys on the team.  It was a small, private college; they played as much for the fun of the game as anything.  After college, baseball went back to being a non-interest.

Fast Forward Again:  I’m a dad.  I’ve got a couple of kids playing ball.  I decide, what better way for my kids to learn about baseball than to watch the pros.  We started watching Rangers games together.  No, the team wasn’t all that great and they weren’t going to make the playoffs, but they reminded me of the guys in college who actually seemed to play because they liked it.  We quickly picked out our favorite players.

We watched and learned the game together.  We talked about what was happening in the game.  We discovered the techniques and the plays.  We learned the meaning of terms like – double play, fielder’s choice, an RBI, a single, a double, a triple, and of course the most sought after – Grand Slam.  We played catch.  We collected cards.  We got into baseball.

It became something we did together.  Soon, Rangers games were family time.  It was something special.  We marveled at the spectacular plays and the home runs.  The Rangers were in the new park and it was beautiful.  When we were on vacation, we attended a Rangers game.  We were in the nosebleed section, but it was awesome.

We went to a Redhawks game in the Bricktown Ballpark in Oklahoma City.  They were a minor league team for the Rangers at that time.  We were just a few rows back from the dugout.  The dirt was so red.  The grass was so green.  The crack of the bat was so close and we could actually hear the ball pop in the mitts.  The game was alive.  The experience was so real.  The crowd was so into it.  I became baseball crazy.  I had to catch every baseball game I could.  Even baseball movies became of interest.  I can’t tell you how many times I’ve seen Field of Dreams.  I recently started a novel in which baseball plays a significant role.

Of course kids grow, and in a small town which only has a youth league, they eventually grew too old for playing baseball.  One went to college.  One is in high school where we don’t have a team.  Another would probably play if there was a team for his age group.  My daughter does play softball.  Yet, even though the boys don’t play the game anymore, baseball is still one thing we can get together on once in a while.

Last year, the Rangers made it to the Series.  I’d been following them for years.  I knew their names and positions.  There is Michael Young, the calm, cool versatile captain of the team.  On second is Kinsler, who once played for the Liberal Bee Jays just 30 miles from home (I wish I’d been a follower then).  Josh Hamilton is an inspiration and a slugger.  There is Derick Holland, @Dutch_Oven45 on Twitter, the young pitcher.  Of course, that year everyone was talking about Cliff Lee, who the Yankees took almost as quickly as the series was over.  I’d seen the bullpen when it was at its worst and I’d watched as it improved.  Certainly, there were others I wish we hadn’t traded and this year we have Napoli, who I can hope never leaves.  I had watched their careers and the trades.  They had become a part of my life, our lives.  So, we were all excited when they made the playoffs and into the World Series, but then the Giants dashed our hopes.

This year, they were back.  They were good.  It was going to be their year.  We watched the divisional and conference games.  All of the playoff games were exciting; the anticipation was building with each game.  Then, finally we were back in the big one – The World Series.  The Series proved to be just as exciting and I was stressing through each game, but in the end the Cards took home the trophy. The final game was disappointing, a heartbreaking loss.  And the worst part:  baseball was over for the year. 

It is amazing to see where life leads you.  The kid, who thought he hated baseball, found out he loves baseball.  The kid, who was scared to play, wishes he could play it now.  And a game, that was just meant to show my own kids how the game is played, has become a part of our lives and something which can still bring us together.

One of the greatest things about baseball:  it starts all over again in the spring.  No matter how the last season ended, the slate is wiped clean and you are once again instilled with the hope that the next season will be your year.  The grass greens up once again.  The red dirt is groomed and chalked.  The bats crack and the mitts pop; the crowds cheer, and God Bless America is proudly sung in the seventh inning stretch.  And all over the country, fans kindle the hope that this year will be their year.

I can be proud of My Rangers for playing the game in a way which displayed class and respect for the tradition, enough that even Cards fans mentioned it on the Rangers Facebook page.  I can be proud they made it to the Series two years in a row, making club history.  I can be proud they made this last Series one of the most exciting in the history of the game, bringing in people who hadn’t watched a game in years.  And I am sincerely proud of all of those things, but I will be most proud of the fact that they will be back in the spring to do it all again, and they will find a way to fill me with the hope that next year will be our year.

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