I’ve been following baseball since my Brooklyn Dodgers with my grandmother, so I know disappointment as well as the joy. I’ve come a long way, from believing that God was a Yankee fan to knowing that life goes on for me whether my team wins or not.
Surrounding myself with peace is more important than other victory in the win column. Maybe the Sox will clinch the ALDS tonight, maybe Saturday, or maybe they’ll lose the whole thing and I’ll have to ‘wait ‘til next year’.
I can’t count on my team shining bright every autumn; sometimes it falls to the ground. But I can rely on autumn leaves each year.
Enjoy the silence, solitude, and simplicity of this mornings walk.