The strangest email showed up from the Minnesota Twins in my In Box today. Here is part of the message:
Sometimes you get thrown out at the plate.
Sometimes you throw it over the first baseman’s head.
Sometimes you hit a long fly ball, only to see it get caught at the warning track.
It humbles you.
But there’s something else about baseball. Something great.
And that great thing is that tomorrow is a brand-new day. With a brand-new game. With brand-new at-bats.
Strike out one day, grab a 34 oz. piece of redemption, get back in the batter’s box, and whack it out of the park the next.
That’s baseball too.
And that’s our attitude.
Yes, we made errors and struck out.
But our tomorrow begins today.
I wish I cared about one of the teams in the playoffs because one of the best things about October is the World Series. But I just can’t get excited about any of them.
Still, the thought of a new at-bat in a new day with a new piece of redemption reminds me why I like baseball in the first place.