A Morning Psalm
By Karlsie
How do you know the fall is around the corner?
For a baseball fan, it's not from the back-to-school ads, it's when the wild card race stats start being posted (and checked) on a regular basis. You know fall is fully here when you start hearing the words, "The magic number is…"
We're almost halfway through August and I'm starting to find myself keeping a loose tally in my head: the Sox have 49 games left on the season. We're 5 1/2 up on the Yankees - which means I'm in the unfamiliar position of rooting for the first place team in mid-August. Further, when I look at the wild card race, I see the Yanks are behind… am I seeing this right? Could it be possible that the Tribe is a game AHEAD of the Yanks?!
Some say shit happens, I say miracles happen. They say pride goes before the fall and all that, but right now - in the middle of all this wary fear - I feel good. If nothing else this is almost as sweet as the few days the Yanks spent in the basement behind the Devil Rays last May. Even if my hope falls with the leaves and my happiness fades into the dismal brown of late autumn, I have these two things to remind me that there is always hope.
Today, as I sip my coffee and read the news, life is good. So let me offer this quote from Daj Hammarskjold as a prayer for this morning's revelations:
"For all that has been, thanks. For all that will be, yes."
