What more could be perfect then spend a birthday at the ball park? After all I did spend two months hammering out a four part series about it. The birthday ballgame was the Seattle Mariners vs. LA Angles, and it was little league day. During game pauses, the camera caught many of the kids dancing to the music on the jumbo screen. This made for a very entertaining day.
Thirty two years never looked so good! And a great start to another year of anything possible when you looked at this view from the beginning of the game. Just by the view we had great seats! Even eating one ballpark brat, countless handfuls of white cheddar puffs, and a few peanuts, I just could not beat how good it felt to pig out for once (training for the 5k is hard at times). Next month I will be running around this field for 5k so I look forward to “running” the bases.
I’m so thankful for these wonderful friends who made the day fun and exciting! Even with the seats being in the sun, we all some how survive the heat and may have sunburns to prove it. Also the arrow pointing to me is in reference to the other girl on my left is my birthday twin.
The game was interesting with at least one home run by the Mariners, but alas, the Mariners lost to the Angles. Maybe at the next ball game I attend the Mainers will win! Keeping fingers crossed!
Whew this has been one long stretch to write this series on this blog. In the last installment of this series I will be going though the last three innings to the final destination, the clubhouse. The place where baseball legends never die.
7th Inning: Saints and Sinners:
When I think of saints and sinners in baseball, the movie Sandlot comes to mind. There are references to Babe Ruth littered throughout the whole movie, and yet one scene that comes perfectly clear of saints is the chewing tobacco scene before the fair ride. “Chaw-saving for a good time.” Well you know exactly what happens after they chew it.
So how does it play into saints and sinners? Think about how the group of boys look up to the ballplayers of the day (1950s) and doing the same things as they do. Perspective is often central to how a fan feels about a ball player. The very definition of sainthood serves to make human beings whom we other humans can relate. Its an induction into a honor society of those who are the best of what we can be. Baseball celebrates its heroes, the legends, and immortalize them into what is called the Hall of Fame. Same goes for religion where Christians have a number of ordinary humans who managed to before immortalized as saints (Mother Theresa).
Yet what fans think players are saints, could be in fact a sinner. Yes I went there! If ballplayers are judge on their performance on the field, they would look like saints of the sport. But when you think of it, they are simply sinners or worst, nasty people at times. Now not all are nasty, but when you hold someone up to the highest, the not so great things are swept aside. See reputations do in fact follow on and off the field as most major athletes can attests to. Baseball shines a spotlight on each player on the field and in some capacity the player is fighting their own demons or moral dilemmas. Professional baseball is played by humans, surprising-if hardly- the sport reveals the human propensity to cut moral corners. Even as far as cheat. Baseball like in religion, judging others is a flawed endeavor whether in professions or in athletics because it is done by fallible humans. Still baseball celebrates both flawed heroes and it’s saints in equal measure.
7th Inning Stretch
Anyone who has been to an intense ballgame or religious service is well aware of the intermission. At the church I attend there is an intermission between praise worship singing and the preaching in the form of going around shaking hands in fellowship. The same can be said of baseball, where as a community of fans and players go through the age old tradition of a rousing version of “Take Me Out To The Ballgame.” No announcement, no request, just rise from the seat as a congregation and break from the intensity of action on the field. Just as different faith denominations, baseball does not have an uniform version of the seventh inning stretch. Each team, each stadium has traditions in which the all moving parts come together in unity. Really the seventh inning stretch is moment of prayer, a reflection, a pause of self awareness, and setting stage for the next moments of the last two innings. A moment of stillness before the storm.
With the stretch completed…. the ball, sacred symbol and reality, remains in play for all, and the game of life.. I mean baseball game continues.
8th Inning: Community:
The community of baseball has a power to bring people together in expanding levels of relationship: parents and child, neighbor and friend, community and city, state and the nation. Think of those summer days watching a game, all assembled as one in a park sharing in the awesomeness of the moment together with like minded people. Community made up of many different groups of people in one common shared belief. Collection of rituals, tall tales, homespun charm, carefully passed down from one person to the next. Same goes for religious faith where the belief is not confined to sect, class or race. A common faith of mankind. The community of rooting for one’s own team is accessible to anyone who simply revels in the beauty and gifts of the game. As of date the game reaches not only the American people, but around the world. Japan’s love affair with Ichiro Suzuki of the Seattle Mariners and New York Yankees runs deep. The community of baseball fans in Japan would lead the Mariners to play their first game of 2019 season in Tokyo against the Oakland A’s.
The best thing about baseball is the last attraction flows from the game’s ability to bring people together to create community to foster bonds of lasting power based on shared memories and experiences. Not only from a fan base, but also from a players base as well. Think about all the players in little league, middle school, high school, and college who build a community or are a part of a everlasting community for the rest of their life. Religious communities are more than the congregations that gather for services, but a community that shares a same belief and lasting bond. Baseball communities large or small is where the spirit lives beyond what appears to eyes and mind.
9th Inning: Nostalgia:
Baseball, almost alone among our sports, traffics unashamedly and gloriously in nostalgia, for only baseball understands time and treats it with respect.
This inning is really about the myth of the eternal return. The throwback journey from baseball’s present to its past and back again. Nostalgia is one of baseball’s defining attributes according to John Sexton. The game’s past shadows its present, and there is conjured for instruction, to prod memories, and revive dormant emotions. On the road to God, Christians pay tribute to the past while in the present. The same rituals done over millennium still being done today, each paying respect to those who have come before in form of memorials. In baseball there is one important respect to the originals, the numbers stitched to the present player’s back. Today numbers memorialized a great player, each one retired for all time on a that team or in the case of Jackie Robinson, on all teams. These numbers are plaques marking a person’s life in baseball, as plaques are laid where a love one has been called home to the Lord. The practice of retired numbers started when Gehrig courageous revelation he was suffering from the disease (Gehrig Disease) that killed him and Babe Ruth’s in 1948 when dying of cancer. Old uniforms and numbers in baseball, as is in religion, are venerated and treated with respect.
How can this be similar to religion you ask? Mircea Eliade wrote “nostalgia for origins is equivalent to a religious nostalgia.” We as humans desire to recover the active presence of the gods; we desire to live in a world as it came from the Creator’s hands. The pure, fresh, and strong aspects of the world. See the journey home (as it is in baseball’s ultimate goal) is what Eliade called the myth of eternal return; going beyond marking an event to reliving it. A ceremony (liturgy), a memory celebrated, and religious man attempts to approach the gods to participate in being. The past and present are more clearly linked, one enhancing, informing the other. The dialog between the past and present causes us to touch a spot deep within ourselves-to thank God for what has been.
Baseball is defined by wonder and amazement; it is defined by elements of faith, doubt, conversion, accursedness, blessings-all associated with religious experience-the spirituality of the game. Baseball is as in religion is a deep faith that cannot exist inless there is doubt, its handmaiden as John Sexton points out, confronting doubt is a central challenge on both religion and life from the earliest Christian theologians to the Seattle Mariners journey to a Wold Series game.
1st base is temptation, 2nd base is sin, 3rd base is tribulation. Jesus is standing at the home plate, he’s waiting for you there. Pitcher is Satan, Solomon is the umpire and the lead off man is Daniel, who gets the first hit. The game’s home run is hit by Job, wielding the ‘strong bat’ of prayer. The chorus ends with a rousing “Life is a ball game,” but you’ve got to play it fair.
Sister Wynona Carr “Life Is A Baseball Game”
Baseball through in through is a game of life and one of the many roads to God. Each inning in a person’s life is played out in one game, whether loose or win, you have to play if fair.
The weather was….yucks. An overcast day with light rain showers through the whole race course. I was happy for once for the Battery St and I-90 express tunnels. A disappointment after hearing past Rock n’ Roll 1/2 Marathons had been clear sunny warm days.
The last two miles were the worst because at this point there was a stabbing pain in my left leg, and I thought at this point I had a large blister forming on my right bottom foot. Took a whole lot of praying for strength to get me over the finish line. The last 1/2 mile into the finish I had mixed emotion of pain, joy, and tears running down my face as I went over the line. I made it!
The bands were great along the course, and liked the Asian drum line band when heading down Rainer Ave. I have never been down in this part of Seattle before, and seeing it for the first time it looked like another city.
In the end the half marathon was an experience I will not forget, and I am glad to have finished it. I would have loved to done this in better weather, and maybe I will.
Pretty much what I have been doing for the past three months while training for the Rock n’ Roll Half Marathon in June. Seems like I have not much of a social life since taking on this challenge but the pay off will be a accomplishment of running 13.1 miles and a toned body for summer (maybe even a thigh gap..gasp!). And who wants to be nice and fit this summer? Me! Oh and a shiny medal because I need some bling in my life.
Eating healthy has been a hard part since I haven’t been faithful in keeping up with being Paleo, and doing the Whole30 at the same time as training had me craving a greasy hamburger from Mc. Donald’s (along with those addictive fries!) after long runs. I had to keep reminding myself every time I put something in my body it was going to be used for fuel, and by fuel, to power me through and not hold me back (addictive fries hold me back. Its shameful!). I realized I still have a bad relationship with food and even after one successful Whole 30 last year, I still haven’t broken this habit entirely as of this time. Some days are great, while others are no so much when you are stuffing yo face with a whole pizza pie.But I still am striving to succeed in this and who knows, I will conquer it by the end of the year.
Learning to fuel properly for running has been a journey in itself. For a while I was eating a lot of carbs thinking I needed them all, but this is not how you fuel up for long runs. After reading countless pins off of Pinterest, reading Runner’s World Magazine fuel/food tips, and reading other runner’s blogs, I finally figured out how to eat properly to log the miles needed in training. I have lost weight, and have had better performance in running after making the necessary changes along with feeling better.
Drinking Water Like A Boss
Crazy water habits have made me into…. a water bottle toting, where can I fill this thing up again, need to pee every thirty minutes or right now, and I must stop before I unintentionally drown myself… type of person. Water the source of keeping alive and detoxed! I never realized how much water I needed to drink to stay hydrated (even after being on the track and field team in high school) just to survive the day. I wondered how I managed being a sprinter in high school on the track team! I wish I could just drink deionized water instead of the plain old tap or general purified water, but DI water is expensive as heck to even drink! I have noticed since drinking a lot of H2O is seeing my skin looking better, hair stronger, and not feeling sluggish anymore.
Cheers to drinking more water then is humanly possible!
Sleeping Well….Almost Like A Baby
With all this water drinking, college doing, running miles and eating healthy, I have been plum tired out by the end of the day. I sleep better now days then when I was training for my 5k last year. With me needing to get a full seven to eight hours of sleep a night, I no longer subscribe to the college studying into the wee hours of the night. Just never has been me, and I am not starting now.
In this first weeks of training poor Maddie kitty would want to snuggle with me so bad in bed in the mornings. Then all of sudden she was the one getting me up in the morning to go for an early morning run. The alarm clock cat is a real thing, and does not necessary means she needs to be fed. As soon as the alarm went off she would find every annoying possible way to keep me from hitting snooze button. Now I just need her to learn to be a running buddy.
Working Out Like I’m Training For A Half Marathon:
Sometimes it is all you can do-horizontal running- because you feel as if your feet did touch the ground it would hurt again. The whole quote comes to mind “It’s not swagger, I’m just sore” and boy am I sore from all this running. I can really see why other runners take one to two months off from running after a 1/2 marathon or marathon just to recover from the torture you inflicted on the body. So far I have had a few sore muscles here and there, but nothing too bad-so far. I have started a relationship with my foam roller and yes it is complicated already. If it was human I would probably date it because its the only intimacy I am getting at the moment.
That’s my point exactly! After training for a few months I still am aware of how I must look to other people when I am out running. When out running I see other runners who look as if they haven’t even broken a sweat. Do these people have no sweat glands? Or are they just showing off? When I am done with my run I look like I am about to die and look like an ugly beast ready to devour something because I am hungry as hell all the time! There is no way I am looking all cute after five to six miles! I guess I’m in the attitude of runner’s hair, don’t care, and please Lord give me a burger now!
There are many time I want to skip a run until I think Jesus saw yesterday I didn’t run and now he wants me to run today! The struggle is real people, very real. After a run I do feel better then when I started, so the runner’s high is the motivation on days where I don’t feel I want to pound the pavement or the treadmill, but still drag my butt to do it.
In a few weeks I will be running through the streets of Seattle. I just hope all goes well for my first half marathon
Those who have been following for a while would know February is the one month where I go into survival mode. One month out of the whole year I don’t look forward to. I err on the side of being cautious when entering into the month. Things do go bad-very bad- within a span of 28 days. I can say nothing major happened this time-thank God!
With that said here is what happened while I was offline in the month of February.I started my intense training for Rock n’ Roll half marathon I will be participating in June. I am look forward to accomplishing this goal of running a half marathon and doing it for a good cause (Saint Jude Children’s Hospital). Now since I bought my first Brooks Running shoes on clearance at DSW, I will have to make good on this promise to myself! I never knew a pair of running shoes would be a major motivator to run this race. Come June I will be “Run Happy” as the Brooks’ running campaign slogan says. So far I have kept my 5k and 10k pace, so I will just need to work on keeping them at a longer distance.
A friend got engaged to a man she met online two months ago in the beginning of February, and for the rest of the month I have been trying to figure out how I feel about this surprise. So far I feel as if I am not a great friend when I smile and act as I’m happy for her engagement when I really am not. I feel this may come across as jealous, but that is far from the truth. I just see a huge red flag called committing to early before really knowing the person, red flag. I guess some people just know this is the person they want to spend the rest of their lives with very early on in a relationship. I hope this works out in the end.
I finished another book called, Loveology by John Nark Comer. The book talks about what God’s plan for love, relationships and marriage. One tidbit I pulled from this book was the four marks of a relationship that leads to marriage. The Chase: Man’s job is to pursue, and draw out the women into a relationship. But it is a two way street where both take risks to build a relationship. A disheartening trait of a man is considered cowardice in the Scriptures. The Line: Don’t wake up the sexual part of the relationship until the relationship can be followed all the way through. Right time will happen. The Friends: Speak good things about them to others, and the couple is never alone because they have support from friends as well as family. Going Somewhere: No rush, no hurry, but a relationship that is continuing to grow through the relationship.
I will be continuing to train for the half marathon in the next three months. Looking at my calendar for March, it looks as a busy month of events. Stay tune to find out!
I use to be one of those people like the guy above. Regarding every sport with a form of being clueless. This year however, I had to learn fast because M is an immense sports fan. Ask him about any sports (except the absurd ones like Shinty) and he will tell you all about it. I have been a fan of the Seattle Sounders, and have been to a few games before M came on the scene. Yet this year, the world of professional sports was thrown open wide for me to experience.
Seahawks Superbowl Championship
In February the Seattle Seahawks won the Superbowl Championship against the Denver Broncos. Our city’s first Superbowl victory and our second time as a team playing. The nail-biting, the Skittles flying, and the celebration after made for one crazy Sunday night and one epic ending to the 2013-2014 Seahawks season. My work’s tailgating party brought us all together for on huge party like we have never had in a very long time. I got a “12 Man Manicure” for the games, and I even bought me two Seahawks t-shirts to wear on Blue Friday. You can say I’m not a hard-core fan as my boyfriend is, and I will admit I probably the “bandwagon” fan more than pretending to be a super fan all along. Either way I had a chance to celebrate like everyone in Seattle did and I am very proud of the Seahawks for bring home the trophy and uniting the city again.
We are horrible! Payten Manning’s Head on a Unicorn butt
I haven’t experienced a professional baseball game before until this past summer. I have drove past Safeco Field, and even grumble about the cost of it until M took me to a game. Now I can check this off my bucket list of things to see in Seattle. This would not come as a huge surprise for most, but this game, they didn’t even win. Bummer since it would have been nice for them to win on my first game experience. I will say this, I’m not a huge baseball fan like my boyfriend, and am still learning all the rules, lingo and yes, even how to play it properly. Would I go again? Maybe. I think I would like to have better seats next time so I could see what is really happening on the field since they were so far way from where our seats were located.
I’m a fan, but this is the first time in a very long time I have been to multiple matches. This year I went to two Sounders matches with Michael, one for our birthdays, and one unexpected tickets from a friend. Both times M made it worth it with all his knowledge about what happening on the field at any given moment and how entertaining he was to watch throughout the game when cheering (same dance as when the Seahawks score or win on TV).
Club seating is the best!
View from our seats
Did Someone say Olympics?
I watched maybe two other sporting events besides the ice skating event (who doesn’t watch that event?). All I have to say is how interesting some of the events get. For the first time I was rooting for team USA to win not only in figure skating, but some of the other events not normal for the USA to win. Did we get a lot of medals? Yes. Did USA come out at least in the top five countries? Yes. Olympics this year were boring in comparison, but what made it worth watching, was seeing the USA take a top spot overall.
Watching Two Sounders Play In The World Cup:
A proud moment to watch two of the best Seattle Sounders players play at the World Cup in Brazil. The company I work for had one big tailgating party for the opening game, and throughout the whole event, had people rooting for different teams. The best part, seeing Team USA make it through the Group of Death to the second round of play off. Even after being beaten out, it was fantastic to see the world take notice of how far USA soccer team has come since the last time played. Plus seeing two of our best players from Seattle play against some of the best players from around the world was a proud moment.
Now I can say I’m nothing like the guy in the above picture. I can regard every sport with out clueless and be able to know what is going on without boring me to tears. Maybe in the 2015 there will be more time to go to games and cheer on Seattle sports teams.