I firmly believe that all art is a science and that all science is, at its core, an art form. That being said, here’s something that finds that intersection right in the middle.
It was a tremendous, first-time, once-in-a-lifetime experience to go to Dodgers stadium and watch the Dodgers take on the Colorado Rockies.
I say this a lot, but it is so true.
16-year-old Sam John, who had just dropped out of high school and was struggling to find hope, could have never imagined such joy and dreams.
I promise you I wasn’t figuring out how the game worked as I sat there haha, but I’m a quick study and was locked in once I had clearly figured out what was going on come to the 3rd innings.
I came into the stadium expecting the same usual game-day feel of other games I’ve attended.
I could have never imagined the sense of camaraderie and fun that this game brought out in me.
How can you not be romantic about baseball?
I fell in love with the sport and the idea of attending live games.
Yes, the season didn’t shake out the way of the Dodgers but man, oh, man, what a ball game it was!
Right from the start, it felt like a party and a celebration more than anything else, with fans of all ages, especially kids, having the time of their lives.
The Dodger Dog (no toppings. Don't judge) and Garlic Fry Helmet lived up to their reviews.
Each pitch allowed me to take in my surroundings and be present and in the moment, and there wasn’t a dull moment for me.
It allowed me to take in some deep breaths and enjoy a deep, nourishing sense of community with people I had never met before.
The artistry, focus, intelligence, hard work, and skill that go into each pitch on both sides were beyond entrancing and exhilarating at the same time.
It was a testament to how united we all can be and how much more we have in common than we have apart.
I can’t wait to go back out to the ballgame.
GO BLUE!
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