So, the Brewers won yesterday, which was a happy thing for me. They have been in first place in the National League since the beginning of the season, except for a very brief time mid-season when they were tied for first.
I love football. I am a die-hard Green Bay Packers fan. Before this year I probably had never watched a professional baseball game all the way through. More likely, I hadn’t even watched a complete inning. But blessings come in lots of different forms, and when our family was going through the worst of what we are facing, we would sit and watch the Brewer game every evening because my younger son, Sam, is a fan and it was calming for him.
Sometimes in life, you stumble upon something that becomes a new love or passion. This is what happened with me and baseball. I think I was never very interested because when I used to play softball when I was younger, I never had a clear idea of where the ball should be thrown to, say if you were playing in the outfield. Like quick decision double plays, etc. But because our family was nearly imprisoned by the situation we found ourselves in earlier this year, baseball became a friendly source of comfort each day, kind of like an anchor. When does the Brewer game start tonight? or The game is almost on. And the more I watched, the more I liked it. I loved learning something new, becoming a student of the game, getting to know the players, finding satisfaction in eyeballing strikes and balls, seeing my first real-time grand slam. I love our team, love that Bob Uecker, Mr. Baseball, the best play-by-play announcer there will ever be, is our very own. I love the organ music at the ball park drumming up the tension, the crack of the bat, the atmosphere, the sausage races, just everything. It truly is America’s game, our national pastime, and my love affair with it couldn’t have come at a better time.
Before I finish, I’m happy to say my hand is mending nicely now. When two weeks had come and gone, I started wondering if I would ever see improvement, but now I am able to do a little more each day. Though the actual wound is still very tender, it’s that little finger and the joint beneath it that is causing the most trouble, like a very bad sprain. The nerve pain comes and goes, but has lessened greatly, and I’m thankful to be feeling a lot better.