Little darlin' it's been a long cold lonely winter

[primroseburrows]

"It breaks your heart. It is designed to break your heart. The game begins in the spring, when everything else begins again, and it blossoms in the summer, filling the afternoons and evenings, and then as soon as the chill rains come, it stops and leaves you to face the fall alone."

I've had that quote in my LJ userinfo for almost as long as I've had a LJ. It's a pretty good representation of how I feel about the warm-weather seasons and about baseball and how it's really all wrapped up in one big, awesome package for me. I knew that A. Bartlett Giamatti wrote it, and that he was once the Commissioner of Baseball.

What I didn't know is that the quote is the first few sentences of a gorgeous essay, which at first glance is a retrospective piece about one particular game between the Boston Red Sox and the New York Yankees, but really it's more--it's about baseball, and hope, and heartbreak, and the Endless Summer.

One line stands out:

"It is 8-7, one out, and school will never start, rain will never come, sun will warm the back of your neck forever..

Geh, I can just feel that. I remember those warm, vibrant days; 'way back then, when the game was on the Transistor, Yaz was at the plate, the hot dogs were on the grill, and the Summer was never going to end.


It's from The Green Fields of the Mind, by A. Bartlett Giamatti. Y'all should do yourselves a favour and go read it, even if you're not much of a baseball fan. It's just beautiful. I wish I could write like that.


*sigh* Is it Spring yet?



P.S. Thanks to someone over at redsox for the link . It really made my whole day.


Oh, and .

Who else is love?

pseudomonas me scripsit anno 2005

The cool thing about this colourbar is that those are some of my v. favourite icons. I perhaps shall put it up onmy ever-growing info page.

ETA: I did!

Comments

[speranzosa.livejournal.com]

It's a beautiful quote. That kind of winter sadness is why I moved to Tucson. I am thankful every day for the beauty I now enjoy, but I probably would not enjoy it so much if I had not first known the feeling of unending cold and darkness that comes with northern winters.

[primroseburrows.livejournal.com]

I've felt the unending cold and darkness. Which means I'm more than ready to experience warmer climes. Yessir.