This weekend marks the true start of what’s called March Madness but what is, in fact, a marathon race of college basketball games, one on top of the other for the next few weeks … great games … great coaches … courage, loss and hope. Count me in the startling line up.
My friend Charlie, however, has nothing to do with basketball (I know, he’s from New York). He is generous, as those New Yorkers often are, and left tickets for an East Carolina University baseball game on my porch over the weekend.
Now yesterday was a crush of busy … deadlines and calls, emails and a doctor’s appointment squeezed in there too. The game was at 5 p.m. and I couldn’t have been more in the weeds.
Yet Greg and I agreed that sometimes you just have to make a decision to do something spontaneous and irrational. We packed up and walked out.
From the minute we arrived, we were surrounded by peaceful karma. The parking lot guy ushered us to a beautiful space that looked like it was usually reserved for faculty. The afternoon sun was perfect, the temperature moderate. As the sun set, the temperature went down, too, giving us a wonderful “spring ball” feeling.
Sitting there watching the game, everything slowed for me. Now if you know baseball, you know it’s a patience game … waiting, watching and taking chances on a dime.
I felt the crazy Zen of baseball settle over me and all those worries gradually diminished.
The game was tied until the bottom of the eighth, when two super runs came in and pushed the Pirates over the top. We walked out of the stadium happy, talking and feeling human again.
When I returned to work at 7:30 p.m., I was clear minded. Though I was tired. I managed to finish a feature article I’d been struggling with for several days. More easily than I’d have thought possible.
It showed me, once again, that the human mind and spirit is complex, and so is the human experience. When you have a chance to bathe in that complexity, do it.


