I have a dream...

I was born a baseball fan, and Fate decided that my team would be the Brooklyn Dodgers. It was a perfect match, a rag-tag team with a rag-tag kid, complete with dirty uniforms, one-of-a kind blunders in the field, jovial, loyal players who could occasionally play like stars but who, more often than not, broke my heart.

The Dodgers of the 40s and 50s were the antithesis of the hated-but-respected New York Yankees. The Yankee uniforms were always sparkling, their fans wore suits and ties, and they played the game like chess masters.


Five times in my childhood my beloved Dodgers faced off against the Yankees in the World Series, and five times we came up losers. The pain of those days comes rushing back over the decades even as I type this. Awful, awful memories, with revenge an impossibility because the Dodgers abandoned Brooklyn for Los Angeles in the late 50s.


When the Mets returned to the National League I began to hope for some measure of retribution, but the pain continued when the Amazins lost their only WS encounter with the Yanks.


But now I just dreamed up a spectacular finish to this season. It's so good it would actually wipe out the memories of the 40s and 50s.


What if the Mets and the Yanks met again in the World Series, the last year for BOTH stadia, and what if the Mets could send the Yankees into their new stadium as LOSERS? Citi Field would start out with one WS flag and the new Yankee Stadium woudn't have any! SWEET!


I would take any victory, but winning it in the 7th game with Billy Wagner shutting down the 3-4-5 slots would be perfection!

Me, a Justin Timberlake fan?

Before the 2008 Espys, the only thing about Mr. Timberlake that was relevant to my world was the fact that he played a decent game of golf. After the show?

He's da man! He should be for the Espys what Billy Crystal was to the Oscars -- a repeat-after-repeat host who breathes life, humor and even pathos into a show that is otherwise perennially wrapped in mirrored narcissism.

I not only watched the entire show, I watched it again the next day! And not because there wasn't anything else on, either.

Boy, ESPN has really come a long was since those 2AM Australian rules football games!

...and on the seventh day...

God rested.

How did that line sneak past me? I mean, really... God "rested"? God the omni-everything can actually get tired? And there, my friends, is our continuing problem in our relationship with the Almighty.
There just isn't any. How can we begin to understand the enormity of creation? It would be easier for an ant to understand HTML code.

Despite the futility of it, we continue to try, although lately the preponderance of effort seems to be falling on 'There is no God.' It's like, after a few millenia of trying, the ant says, 'There is no HTML code.'


There have been Herculean efforts made on both sides of the God spectrum, but no proof for or against God has yet to be found. There is no church in the mountains of Chile where the sun shines every Sunday; there is no scientific equation that starts with nothing and ends with something. Albert Einstein, the smartest 'ant' we've had so far, said as much: "I want to know God's thoughts; all the rest are details."


That said, it is viscerally comforting to think of a creator, to have faith in something WAY beyond our ken. There's just too much evil out there for us to be able to handle it alone. If you would like to put a little peace in your daily life, click on the title of this article; it works for me.