Buffalo Gal

It's been one of those confluence of disaster weeks. If a monsoon took out our front porch today, I'd be no more than bemused.
As Charlie deals with the aftermath of Homeland Insecurity his former colleagues call reguarly with rumors and updates, trying to patch together some level of meaning from something that make no sense.
(For the uninitiated, the Bureau of Immigration and Customs Enforcement - ICE- announced Friday that they had $0 budgetted dollars for training and put several instructors, including my husband on "leave without pay" as of Tuesday - field offices are being told to park their service vehicles and release prisonsers while Bush stumps about his big, bad and bulky anti-terrorism machine).
A lot of change is coming fast in our household and too many things are still up in the air for definitive answers on most anything, but there is one true, good and pure thing.
The Cardinals are going for the pennant.
In reality, Charlie lived in Houston longer than he lived in St. Louis, but St. Louis is where he grew up, where his family remains and where loving baseball is loving the Cardinals.
For these glorious weeks,it's not about contracts, free agents, endorsements or doping. It's all about possibility. Grown men playing and cheering for a child's game with childlike exuberance.
John Fogerty wrote about being "born again there's new grass on the field" with the beginning of the season, but it's the glory of the end season that is the real rebirth.
The major media is all over the Yankees / Red Sox match-up while the Cards and Astros are playing their hearts out. True fans give it the same fervor.
My husband watched almost an hour of rain delay coverage last night as if it was the most fascinating thing that has ever or will ever appear on our television set.
I know the schedule for the rest of the series and not to accept any obligation that will conflict. The last two nights, he's had to wake me up to tell me "we won."
The victories are shared by every believer as if they are on the field themselves. Everybody needs to feel like a winner every now and then.
I have my problems with the deception, aggression and side-dealing that is political America.
But in October, baseball's America is damn near perfect.

Copyright 2004 Judi Griggs

Buffalo Gal Judi Griggs I'm a communications professional, writer, cynic, mother, wife and royal pain. The order depends on the day. I returned to my hometown in November 2004 after a couple of decades of heat and hurricanes. I can polish pristine copy, but not here. This is my morning exercise -- 20-minute takes without a net or spellcheck. It's easier than sit ups for me. No guarantee what it will be for you. Clicking on the subscribe link will send you an email notice when each new entry is posted.
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Previous Entry :: Next Entry Read/Post Comments (0) Share on Facebook		2004-10-15 6:34 AM The cardinal rule - the Cardinals rule It's been one of those confluence of disaster weeks. If a monsoon took out our front porch today, I'd be no more than bemused. As Charlie deals with the aftermath of Homeland Insecurity his former colleagues call reguarly with rumors and updates, trying to patch together some level of meaning from something that make no sense. (For the uninitiated, the Bureau of Immigration and Customs Enforcement - ICE- announced Friday that they had $0 budgetted dollars for training and put several instructors, including my husband on "leave without pay" as of Tuesday - field offices are being told to park their service vehicles and release prisonsers while Bush stumps about his big, bad and bulky anti-terrorism machine). A lot of change is coming fast in our household and too many things are still up in the air for definitive answers on most anything, but there is one true, good and pure thing. The Cardinals are going for the pennant. In reality, Charlie lived in Houston longer than he lived in St. Louis, but St. Louis is where he grew up, where his family remains and where loving baseball is loving the Cardinals. For these glorious weeks,it's not about contracts, free agents, endorsements or doping. It's all about possibility. Grown men playing and cheering for a child's game with childlike exuberance. John Fogerty wrote about being "born again there's new grass on the field" with the beginning of the season, but it's the glory of the end season that is the real rebirth. The major media is all over the Yankees / Red Sox match-up while the Cards and Astros are playing their hearts out. True fans give it the same fervor. My husband watched almost an hour of rain delay coverage last night as if it was the most fascinating thing that has ever or will ever appear on our television set. I know the schedule for the rest of the series and not to accept any obligation that will conflict. The last two nights, he's had to wake me up to tell me "we won." The victories are shared by every believer as if they are on the field themselves. Everybody needs to feel like a winner every now and then. I have my problems with the deception, aggression and side-dealing that is political America. But in October, baseball's America is damn near perfect. Copyright 2004 Judi Griggs Read/Post Comments (0) Previous Entry :: Next Entry Back to Top