Tilting at Windmills: It's Game Time!

Sunday, September 21, 2008

It's Game Time!

The Phillies won!
The Eagles won!
The Americans won the Ryder Cup! It's an athletic trifecta!

Sadly, today was the last day for Yankee Stadium. I have never been a real Yankees fan- they play in that other league, after all- but no one who grew up with my father misunderstood what that park and that team meant to America for his generation. Even while Broadway celebrated "Damn Yankees", there was no mistaking that Ruth and Gehrig and the rest of them were the real deal. In a world that today makes "icons" of twits and idjits, the term has lost its meaning and lustre, but in a more real world, they were it.

For all of us who love the game, The House That Ruth Built will never be equalled.

1 comment:

Shirley said...: Amen to that!; September 22, 2008 at 9:08 PM

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Why "Tilting at Windmills"?

When I started this blog in October 2007, there was a story here about my connection to "Tilting With Windmills". Much of what was in that post no longer applies. Much other of it still does. So, here's the story.

When I was graduating from high school, more than 40 years ago, a group of my friend presented me with a print of Picasso's Don Quixote. They said it reminded me of them.

I get upset when things are wrong, even though getting upset cannot fix them. I dislike people who are cruel or petty or self-serving, and am frustrated that I cannot change them. I fight a daily battle with my health, although I know that every new day is another battle. I have a husband and close friends who support me, even when what I want or believe seems crazy.

So, the comparison with Don Quixote is perhaps an apt one. The story encourages me to take on the battles I see, even the hopeless ones. It reminds me to try to see the best in people. It comforts me that, in the end, even if my actions are futile, they are not meaningless.

I mean to try to continue "to dream the impossible dream".