Play Ball!

Go Tigers!

Tampa Bay is in town this week with our Detroit Tigers. I look forward to savoring a couple of those afternoon matches as a pause during this Easter season through Pentecost Sunday that has me relishing the risen life of Jesus the Christ.

Catholics observe 50 days of celebrating with the penitential season taking a back seat now after that 40-day stint of intense prayer, fasting and almsgiving.

Like life's rounds about the consolations and desolations of a roller-coaster-like ride each day, the Tigers will round the bases and stockpile win and after win.

Baseball is like that.

And, a lot like life also.

The routine of the long season and its discipline makes for a hearty time for Motown, home of the Supremes, among other singers and entertainers in this great town. Everybody seems to sing: Take me out to the ballgame. . .buy me some peanuts and crackerjacks; I don't care if...

Like our Tigers, however, we win some and lose some.

We don't get everything we want in life. We get sick. We may be passed over for a promotion.
And, eventually, we die and pass over to heaven, unless one has other plans!


The steady season, nevertheless, is a regular routine that humans relish.

A set schedule and a daily regimine of work, play, pray, and laughter is fruitful for one's soul.

Play ball!

Take me out to the ballgame is my clarion call this Spring.