Baseball and Robbing Banks

What’s the connection? I don’t know, just read the effing story!

Let me put it like this. Here in America, you have a game called baseball. It was my first attendance to see a game being played on a field and not on TV.

The idea of the game, as I understand it, being a Brit, is that the game is played on a diamond outline, with four bases, to which the batter, if successful in hitting a ball thrown by a pitcher, is to make his way around the diamond, either a base at a time, or if good enough, run around the entire diamond. Sending the crowd into a frenzy.

The pitcher throws a hard ball at the batter, standing not far away with only a round bat in his hand for protection. Who the hell invented a game where one has to hit a round ball with a round bat?

The pitcher is allowed three attempts to kill the batter with the ball.

The batter, however, wanting to live, leans back and lets the first missile go by, thumping into the oversized glove of the armored and caged catcher, who whispers, ‘If you thought that was fast’ as a sporting gesture signaling that worse is to come.

Indeed, the second pitch is not only quicker, it swerves inward, passing within a cat whisker of the batter's head, ‘thump’ into the glove.

‘I did warn you’ is a message whispered behind him. ‘Time for that prayer,’ follows another whisper of warning.

Now one could be forgiven for thinking the batsman is done for, may he rest in peace.

When the third pitch comes, there are flames in its trail, coming at over 100 mph, with every possibility it could be fatal for the batter, covering a very short distance and faster than a blink.

But look, the batter sees it clearly and appears to have all the time in the world to swing and connect with the oncoming missile.

The crowd rises as the ball hits the very corner of the sky, and the batter jaunts lazily around the diamond, collecting the crowd's cheers.

It was the last chance hit for a man who had faced this kind of hurtling missile for most of his sporting life.

After the game, Jenny and I made our way, with several thousand other people, to find the car and make our way home.

We settled down in the evening to watch a movie, ‘Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid.’

One of Jenny’s favorites, having Robert Redford in a lead role.

So, here we have an actor. His role is to make us forget our dreary lives as we follow him across the Wild West, our hero meeting men who believe they are faster on the draw and we believe that at any time, our hero could die in the dirt. But only after dealing with so much love in his life, enjoying a bike ride and robbing banks do we fear for him.

Robert has proved to us yet again he is the best bandit of all time.

In the end, our hero says his final goodbye, and there are tears in Jenny’s eyes, but it was just a dream, make-believe; they all get up and go home.

And now she’s asking me why love must wither away and die. I know, I know that some things go, but some things never change.

Like the way that I love you.

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