I think I’m a Standard Time kind of guy. The last few days I’ve been sleeping in until 6 or 7 a.m. — it’s like my body understood that as of today, it would be 5 and 6 a.m.
Never, as far as I can recall, have I been awake at 2 a.m., at the end of daylight-saving time, so that I can live the 1-to-2 a.m. hour over again. But I always seem to settle into the revised routine better in the fall than in the spring.
I’m typing this on the laptop Saturday night with the World Series in the background, rather than my usual practice of pulling something out of my handwritten journal. In a perfect world I will be able to post the photo of a blue jay that I took a few days ago, as a celebration. I don’t know what photo I would use if the dread Dodgers come from behind. Maybe I’ll just give the Dodgers faithful the bird anyway.
This is the first World Series in years to which I have paid attention, probably because my beloved Milwaukee Brewers seemed to be destined to be here until they ran into the post-season Dodgers. L.A. failed to beat the Brewers in six regular-season games, so the National League Championship Series was a shocker.
It’s nice to see thousands of people in a stadium united around their baseball team. If you were foolish enough to intrude by asking them about such things, I’m sure you would find that they have different political views; and they probably go to different churches, synagogues, or mosques. But they love their Blue Jays.
And if they can love their Blue Jays, maybe they can love their neighbors.
We have so much more in common than the politicians and the war mongers would have us believe.
I firmly hold to the belief that our most important priorities are to love God and love our neighbors — and everyone is a neighbor. And in celebrating the efforts of a group of stalwart athletes, a united stadium full of diverse individuals shows us how that’s possible.
