There was an interview back in July with Toronto Blue Jay, Munenori Kawasaki, immediately following their walkoff win. Munenori had just joined the team days before, and was experiencing how quickly a player can become ingratiated with the hometown fans. Especially, after his scoring in a big win. That was one of my favorite moments of this season. I can still close my eyes and see him, still breathing heavily from his running the bases, saying breathlessly… “I am japaneeeese.” The fans reacted somewhere between laughter and elation.
This anecdote is just one memory we kept from the 2013 season. Baseball provides, providentially, the way for a Japanese rookie to find success in a Canadian city – playing an American game – and that is special.
I write these words to ask; when is the last time we had a moment of triumph followed by the words, I am an American. Obama said, “yes we can!” but, I’m not sure who the “we” are. I don’t think it included me at least, so that doesn’t count. I mean really triumphantly shouting, I am an American! For All the World to hear… Think long and hard about it because our failure to recognize and appreciate such sentiment could deprive future generations from retaining their chance to shout it.
Here’s to Major League Baseball, and Americans everywhere. Here’s to the Postseason, the players, and All, sons of the game.
Oh, and Molina’s still gonna break out the Ya’dstick. Go Cards!!!