Archive for April, 2008

7 O’clock. The sun was shining in its April come-on-it’s-still-Holland-way. Somehow we’re all in Haarlem, with gloves in hand. Or a bat, from time to time. Just from time to time. There was some crazy running, some crazier screw-ups, lots of opponents running the circles we were trying to prevent them to run. I stood in outfield long enough to mow the lawn with my cool shoes, be tempted to stare at the beautiful skies behind me, but not doing so, because you don’t want to be that guy when a ball comes, and I had at least three world-changing ideas. I also caught some balls now and again.

With a more realistic view, developing over long and stubborn years, I am becoming more and more aware that the marathon is far far away, and these are my moments to enjoy. After recently seeing images of my black and balloon ankle from a year and a half ago, I am enjoying it even more.

We laughed, we played, we screamed, we cried a little and celebrated tiny victories.

We lost, 24-2.