As you have learned from my previous posts, I love the game of baseball. It reminds me of life, both the good and the bad. A lot of the actual game is based on judgements of another individual over someone else. A strike to one umpire may not not be a strike in the judgement of a different umpire. Frankly sometimes a judgement placed is just plain wrong, it is way off base so to speak. Oh the anger we feel when we see an injustice towards ourself or someone we love. Last night I learned I am guilty of this very act and I am thankful that I did not cause harm to another, the harm was really to myself being judgmental of someone else. I learned along time ago I am not perfect and try not to judge others, but last night I learned I am not as far as I thought I was in trying to be better.
I also love the little league world series. A game that kids are having fun and doing the best they can and because they are kids you witness pure emotion. They make amazing plays and make mistakes, just like life!
Back in 2001, a player emerged that caught the attention of the entire country. A young man from the Dominican Republic who spoke little english. He was dominating and won every game he pitched by margins that were not even close. In fact he threw a perfect game and struck out everyone except two players. A perfect game the first one since about 1955 I believe! He was amazing. A kid from the Bronx was bigger than the Yankees and everyone instantly fell in love with this kid. He was easy to like and easy to cheer for! However, with that kind of attention comes people who want to know more. People who will investigate all facts surrounding the circumstances. People started digging and soon a huge question was being asked, was he really only 12? They found two birth certificates and one was showing he was not 12, but 14. The rules do not allow kids 14 to play in the Little League World Series. A few days later is was shown he was in fact 14. I remember how disappointed I was personally.
to be continued ....
