I stayed up all night wondering where the sun had gone. Then it dawned on me.

It is one of those mornings where you feel a little restless and want to get a move on things.  I'm feeling like I am going to lean into the athletics today.  Mile three walked before 9am, then out for an hour on the bike. 

I've never been into team sports, I just can't see the point.  But I do know some of you like baseball, and we all have to learn the rules from time to time.




 Learning Baseball

Conor had just arrived in New York from Ireland and was invited by one of his American cousins to go to his first baseball game.

At Yankee Stadium he watched as a man swung a stick, hit a ball and started toward a white bag down the line.  Everyone stood up and yelled, “Run, run!"

Then a second guy came up to the plate, whacked the ball and started down toward the line.

Everyone stood up again and yelled, “Run, run!

A third batter came up, but this one didn't hit the ball. He didn't even swing. Four times the pitcher pitched. Four times the catcher caught. Conor was completely confused when the batter dropped the stick and started strolling toward the white bag.

“Run, run!" Conor shouted.

"No, he doesn't have to run' his cousin told him. "He's got four balls."

Conor’s eyes widened and he stood up, shouting, “Walk with pride, man!” Walk with pride!"