Maybe it’s
the rhythm of the ball, the apology for a bad throw,
the forgiveness for a hole in the mitt, the speed and
accuracy of a hard smack, the thrill of a homerun…the
constant drama of achievement and failure—the
cheer of the game catch or a pillow filled with tears
after losing the game for your team. Perhaps it’s
simply spending time with a child or the child in all of us.
Or, maybe it’s a bit of all these things….It
is the legacy of our years growing up as Americans.
And it’s also the legacy of American heroes. There
is something uniquely American about the game and the
team spirit it invokes.
There are countless stories, slices of life about playing
ball. Some are our own stories and some are about legendary
players. So many of our stories connect back to our
glove. |