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The American Way--Baseball

Ball games are pretty darn fun. Really. You even get to eat garbage and not feel guilty about it. Or at least, I don't. Because if you're anything like me, my justification is that this "garbage" is few and far between. What's a hot dog or two every year, right? The Rivercats, triple A team for Sacramento, played the Colorado Springs Sky Sox last night. Pretty sure we won. But then, maybe I'm not so sure. We left during the seventh inning stretch.

The whole people factor, or people watching, is fun too. That's about as good as the game itself. People, from every walk of life, all congregate to one place, on one particular night, to watch one particular game. And we're all happy about it.

While sitting in my seat, next to my sister and husband --and behind two rows of Japanese exhange students who were having the time of their life at this truly American past time-- it suddenly occurred to me why, despite the tremendous lag in the general game of baseball, despite why it takes nine (or more) innings to complete a game, and not to mention the complete and utter joy behind a foul or fly ball -despite its irrelevannce to the scoring -- it is so great.  It brings everyone together for a single cause. And that is has to do with something we Americans like to claim as our own sport, is even better. Though baseball is slow, and not my most favorite thing to watch, I do love that we're united over a patriotic event.

This game, and all of us there, is really about truth, justice and the American way. And because of that alone, I plan on going to more games so I can not only feel patriotic, but be patriotic. Understanding that I was part of something truly American, made me happy. I may be a work in progress, but learning how to be one with my fellow man (whether I like him or not) is remakably fun when its within the context of baseball.

Feeling the need to be patriotic? Have you shown your pride for the red, white and blue lately? Get to a Rivercats game and revel in the fun.  http://tinyurl.com/268qtx3
Let's go Rivercats! Here's to patriotic progress and the American way.

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