To me, baseball has always been a reflection of life. Like life, it adjusts. It survives everything.
Helping someone is what life is all about.
Baseball for me was instinctive, born within me, given to me as a gift from God.
I'm always amazed when a pitcher becomes angry at a hitter for hitting a home run off him. When I strike out, I don't get angry at the pitcher, I get angry at myself. I would think that if a pitcher threw up a home run ball, he should be angry at himself.
Judgment traps you within the limitations of your comparisons. It inhibits freedom.
Human beings are pampered by the Lord. Their real tests don't come until later in life.