Monday in C-Town

Monday in C-Town

The overcast skies with their rain laden clouds bring intermittent yet cherished respite from the searing sun and the damp blanket of air that lays heavy about my ears and shoulders. I combat my discomfort with weak attempts at distractive cooling. I pace, fan, drink ice water but to little avail until game 4 begins.
As the game gathers forward motion, the heat is easily defeated by the almost linear succession of homeruns that arch high over the green wall of the outfield.
We celebrate these victors, some of whom glory in the accomplishment of their first home run ever! But we, also, search for the elusive words of encouragement for those yet to glory.

Winning by a significant lead, I am surprised that the boys stay so focused on playing well. Their heart break is almost palpable when they miss their own expectations. Caught in the intensity of the moment, they are unable to notice the victory and joy they allow others to receive because of their own undoing.

It is a hard lesson to embrace but it is, perhaps, the one lesson that allows us to experience the true glory of being beautifully human.