Mama Mia! Homemade spaghetti and meatballs
These are the two pennants that fly in my office/ spare bedroom. My father's team- the Tigers- on top, and my beloved Yankees below. Sad to see the events that transpired at yesterday's game. While fighting and chest beating are an unofficial, yet accepted culture of the sport, I can't help but connect the toxic environment of violence that is currently pervading our country with what was on display on the diamond last night. Baseball serves as a cross section of American society, a place where immigrants and conservative country boys work side by side. Baseball often intersects and engages with America's demons. The common example of this engagement is Jackie Robinson. However, my mind also flashes to Willie Horton who in 1967, still wearing his Tiger's uniform after playing a double header against the Yankees, standing amongst the unhappy, disenfranchised citizens of Detroit, plead for peace. This season I have found myself turning to baseball as a healing respite from the ugliness that has reared its head from the top of our government to the main streets of our cities and towns. Last night's game was a stark reminder of the important role the game has as a flag bearer for American values. It is this distinction that makes that game so difficult to bear. There are times in the history of baseball where the game follows the trends in America, and other times when it leads. Here is to hoping the players can find it in themselves to lead this country past anger, fear and hatred, and guide us by example to equality, respect and camaraderie.
So, this happened....
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