Hello, FI Fam.
I know it’s been a while, and I had a reason. But as the poet Robert Burns once wrote, “The best laid schemes o’ mice an’ men / Gang aft agley”.
As many of you know, I work two jobs. Both were ridiculous during the Christmas holidays, and I was, frankly, exhausted. I thought that I could take a bit of a break before the season began, and then I could be refreshed and excited and ready to be the cheerful, energetic Prof that you all know and love.
Then I got hit with the whammy of things changing drastically at both jobs, disruptions in my personal life, income insecurity, and now this.
I understand that in the best interest of public safety, the people who make the game actually happen, and their families, we have to postpone the season. I know this. But it was supposed to be five days from now that we’d have baseball back in our lives, and for me, the tether that keeps me sane nine months out of the year. And now it’s gone.
Does it sound ridiculous? Of course it does! This is a game. It’s not life and death, like what almost 800 people in Italy have faced in ONE DAY. It’s not the babies getting this virus in my current state, or the old folks in Washington state who are dying without being able to say goodbye to their loved ones. In the scheme of things, baseball means nothing.
But it’s sometimes all I have. And I know for a lot of you, it’s the best part of our lives in some dark and awful times.
Trying to stay calm when the thing that helps me focus and feel connected to life is ripped away from me has been difficult.
Thursday the 12th I had a job function that required me to go to our branch office in Connecticut. I stopped at many rest stops in New Jersey and Connecticut, taking precautions the entire time, but when I got home, within 24 hours the governors of each state were talking about enormous gains in people testing positive with COVID-19. I had just been to two of the biggest hot spots of the virus on the east coast.
So I’m a little scared these days. I’ve been in self-quarantine since Monday, trying to keep my spirits up. Working at home from job number one since job number two has closed indefinitely. I’ve been sick nearly all winter long, and with the aforementioned exhaustion, plus the chronic headaches that I’ve always had my entire life… well, every day is an adventure in “am I sick or is this just my normal condition”.
We might not have baseball for a while, but the more I think about it, has baseball really gone away? This is a time to rediscover the game. The people who play the game. What it is that makes us love it so much. This is what I have been doing. Getting to know more about the players, their personalities. What makes them tick. Looking at old games with a new appreciation. Opening my mind, and my heart, to really see the beauty of baseball from the inside out.
It’s not much, but it will make the game so much sweeter when we can all rally together again and hear those words that we take for granted far too much: Play Ball.