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Edited on Wed Oct-15-03 08:21 PM by mkuhl
I'm seeing people screaming for Steve Bartman's blood.
Have you learned nothing from those zen masters of baseball, the Cubs?
Here's what I have learned. Often life is an intense, maddening struggle for absolutely no reward at all. And here in this somewhat surreal moment we learn another valuable lesson.
Often, when the fruits of our labors are within reach, they will be knocked from our hands, and the person who causes our dismay will have done so unwittingly. It's not personal.
Steve Bartman was doing what any one of us would have done in that situation. He did what Alou was doing and what was drilled into my head from my first Little League practice. He kept his eye on the ball and tried to make the catch. Granted it wasn't his job at the time, but some instincts are just hard to shut down, particularly if you love the game.
For God's sake, recognize Bartman for what he is, an agent of Cubs wisdom. Sometimes life treats you like shit, but you get up the next day and go at it again. Blame is counterproductive, it is what it is. Maybe tommorrow. Maybe next year. Eventually. Until then, enjoy the game.
I say this, of course, utterly convinced that it is tonight, and completely prepared to be wrong.
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