Sit back, close your eyes, and breathe deep. Now take a sip of your coffee. Doesn’t it taste unusually robust this morning? Spring is here and the robins are cavorting outside the window of my baseball shrine.
Last night, in that wonderful little baseball town of St. Pete, the Devil Rays completed a sweep of The Empire. You might wish to pause here and reflect upon the enormity of that last sentence.
I personally cannot help but savor this victory because it illustrates that, in baseball anyway, the whole David versus Goliath schtick isn’t just some mythological fantasy designed to give us false hope or courage in the face of insurmountable odds, but a very real possibility on any given day.
Never mind that The Empire carries a payroll eight times that of the Devil Rays or that a certain extremely gifted third baseman makes more than the entire lineup of the home team, because this is bigger than that. It is the proverbial battle between good and evil, the have nots against the haves, or light versus the darkness.
In the grand scheme of things, the Devil Ray’s sweep of The Empire represents only .012% of each club’s regular season. It was merely one battle in a long and protracted war against The Empire, that great and terrible beast from the east, eternally hungry and relentless in their pursuit of glory.
And it still lurks among us, watching, waiting.
But for this moment. Ah yes, this glorious moment.
So see ya around.