August 18, 2015
(If we live with an open and grateful attitude, every day will bring a gift. This is one of 365 gifts during the year I turned 70.)
|Bowie Baysox game with Erin, FL, Sarah, David, Bob and Krazy George, inventor of the wave.|
Tonight we attended a Bowie Baysox game with the Trenton Thunder. I must admit that I am not a team sports enthusiast and during any ballgame, I have to keep asking my husband what team we are playing. I watch through my telephoto lens how the hitter’s body twists and how it flows as it connects with the ball. I watch the windup of the pitcher and how his body dances. At any particular point in the game, I lose track of who is winning and who is losing because I am watching the players dance.
Unlike me, David could have been a cheerleader. Well…I don’t see him leaping with pompoms but I recognize the essential spirit that must arise and infect other fans. At this game, his voice boomed out, much louder than the stadium’s PA system and with more volume than my body is capable of. I watched—listened—to his shouts, urging the batters to live up to their brother’s record, telling the Baysox that the fans were behind them, urging the fans to clap and shout. The Baysox were behind and David rallied the scattered fans to show their support. And then the magic happened and the Baysox won.
It’s possible that my husband was part of the magic. It’s possible that his contagious enthusiasm wove a spell among the fans and our team. All I know is that whatever I am doing, I want David as my cheerleader.
Simply because we do not run across goal lines, slam-dunk basketballs, or hit home runs, doesn't mean we can't change the score.” ~ Author Unknown
My gift today is a cheerleader.
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