Thursday, March 4, 2010

certainty

There's no way to know if he'll always love you. No way to know if the one is just around the corner. No way to tell if this really is as good as it gets. Very few things in life are certain. But today I realized I have a few real certainties to be thankful for: Love, Best Friends, and Baseball.

Love.
Whether I'm happy with love or miserable about it, it's there. Love is all around. There is no fathomable way- that I can imagine- that a world could exist without love. Love makes the rest of this list possible.

Best Friends.
A quick note from a best friend I rarely see or talk to brightens up my mundane Thursday afternoon. A phone call from my mom reminds me that even when I don't feel important, relevant, wanted, needed, I still am to someone. A best friend, one who spends all her money to ensure that she and I will get to spend our annual weekend together months in advance, is hard to come by. These are not 3 people I have picked up off the street. They've been with me a lifetime. And the friend who spends all her money to pull me out of my wintery depression year after year, she makes the last point of this list a 3-dimensional possibility.

Baseball.
Love is eternal and omnipresent. My best friends are there so long as we both exist. Baseball only comes around for 7 months of the year. Those are the best 7 months of my year. I don't care who wins or loses- except when it concerns my fantasy teams. I just need to smell the grass. I need to hear the crack of the bat meeting the ball midair. I need to feel the raindrops on my hat at the beginning and end of the season, and I need to feel the sun scorching my shoulders all summer long. Baseball isn't here all year, but I am certain that it will come back every time it leaves me.

These things are certain. None have let me down yet. Tomorrow marks my first major league baseball game of the season- I am headed to Arizona in the morning to take in the magical combination of love, best friends, and baseball.

I can't believe it's finally here. I feel like I've been waiting forever.
Hello, love. Here's to our next 7 months together.
L

2 comments:

  1. i love your love of baseball. :)
    makes me happy.
    134.

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  2. Seven months? Feels more like ten - does baseball ever truly end?

    Word Verification word: yingod

    I wonder, then, if there is a yanggod?

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