Here is our photo for Sunday, May 26 (yes, still a day behind). Over Memorial Day weekend, I got to engage in the ultimate American past time: baseball. The Reds lost to the Cubs in the 10th inning. Bummer.
The Ohio River really attracts me; I’m drawn to it. Yet, I rarely see it. Downtown Cincinnati, including Great American Ball Park (the Reds’ stadium), sits right on the Ohio but you don’t really know that unless you’re there. And yesterday, I was there.
It’s interesting to me that baseball is the great American past time because for all the number crunching and statistics, it’s really a game of luck and psychology. Players can be psyched or psyched out. Being able to hold that mental edge over your opponent seems (to me at least) to be the deciding factor in a baseball game. Since we’ve chosen this as a our national past time, I’m wondering what this says about us. America is the land of luck and chance? I don’t know for sure, but I know I need to keep my wits about me.