It isn’t a secret the love I carry in my heart for baseball. In the spring and summer months, it is where you will find me. Standing on the diamond with a smile covering my profile not even a ball to the knee cap could wipe away. This game is my heart. I have left blood and tears on many dust-covered ballparks. The ball diamond feels like home, the comradery built around a team, my family.
I have shattered bones diving for an out, shredded ligaments running back for a ball. I have played this game with a passion from the moment a glove would stay steady on my tiny hand. Comfortable is my dirt coated face while putting my body on the line for the nine other teammates with whom I stand.
The passion which is baseball.
As I watched the historic World Series last night, I felt every emotion those Cubbies did through every play. My heart skipped beats as strikes flew by batters, pitchers struggled, and errors ricocheted over gloves. I held my hands above my head and shrieked in awe as the final out from three was thrown to first.
One hundred and eight years. History made.
Like the rest of North America, I cheered along with the players and Chicago fans. What a game. As the celebration of a win, this huge ensued, I observed the joy of Chicago fans across the continent. An energy unprecedented.
Precisely what brought me here to write this today.
History, and the ability to make a change.
Wouldn’t it be lovely if we could bring this type of passion and excitement into important issues, such as global, economic, environmental, Presidential?
It was as I watched American’s all over the country, whether Trump supporters or Hilary fans, come together to celebrate a momentous win for a team cursed, that I realized it is in us. In you. We as fellow humans have the ability to become a team, to overcome adversity and stand together.
Love wins. Passion builds.
I am not naïve, well maybe a little, I do wear rose-colored glasses, and do believe we-the-people are better than what I have witnessed during the twenty sixteen Presidential race. But the truth is, last night, I saw it in you. Passion, excitement, and togetherness. I watched as adverse faces hugged one another, for a common goal.
For the love of the game.
Now, can we please do it for the love of our world. For our children, our future.
I don’t have to be an American to fear the outcome of the upcoming election. What happens on November eighth, is unequivocally going to affect the world in which I live. The Cub’s long awaited win and baseball, America’s pastime, brought together people from all walks of life. Perhaps America’s past time could teach us a little about teamwork, and what it means to stand together on the field despite our differences.
I feel we-the-people are obligated to set aside our disagreements, just as I watched so many Cubs fans did last night. For the good of your country, but more so, for the welfare of our people. Not just for a ball game, but for peace among all of us.
Whatever happens on November eighth, and as a country hopefully makes history, I hold hope in my heart you as American’s can come together as a team and move forward as one people, as players on the same field fighting for a common goal. Peace.
You don’t have to be a baseball fan to have recognized the passion built-in one hundred and eight years of comradery, merely for a ball club. I feel you have it in you as a nation.
We all have it in us, maybe it’s time we redirect our passion towards the change this world so desperately needs.
Love Wins. So did the Cubs. Anything can happen.