Baseball Game Review, Colorado Rockies at Chicago Cubs (Oct. 2nd, 2018)

Baseball Game Review, Colorado Rockies at Chicago Cubs (Oct. 2nd, 2018)

Sands in the field are big like athletes who play near greatness.  Each grain of sand implies something about a baseball player until the vast space of our universe reaches its rich texture of mortality, even while the sky blooms out of our demands for immediate effects, dreams likened to go up front during the constant friction and sanity we’re emotional on for baseball as a sport.  Of course this would be true on the worst days of our nature.  There’s also greatness to be measured where it exists and I’m not finding much in this 2 to 1 setup.  Grace itself can’t be felt when the players are so dirty psychologically as goals must be met for the better end of timeless baseball; and by that, I mean greatness at its peak with the quality understood by fellowship towards baseball teams who may use their manners to justify cheating of all sorts, including rounds of applause for an umpire’s mistake and damage on ethics and conduct.  When we look up to the heavens we’re still spying from the influence garnered and prospered on for approval by means of baseball rules and law.  Think about it!  A player’s hug of another is more despised by baseball officials than an umpire’s vulgar breath on a call between strikes and balls; something is amiss.  All the power in the world is not going to seep into us without challenges and obstacles in the way because athletes share that particular vision with the fans and think through situations at odd mental faculties conceived of in their skin and hurried minds.  Enough happens when we understand greatness and not just simply ponder of them in high, tail-end fashion geared for what’s temporary on a note of conduct until further notice.  The Rockies have barely beat the Cubs.  Our stink, our mortality, may enhance our possessions for the baseball game when personality flows on the right current.  At least the fans were cheering loudly in infatuation for the first half of the game, but then again, I’m also curious about their sudden, hastened reckoning for mistakes as far as illusionizing errors into virtues.  That umpire in his sodden, disgruntled self gets hit with a baseball on the shoulder, the crowd cheers as much for his injury as for the mistaken strike calls on the Cubs’ side, and, thoroughly speaking here, I’d prefer to just look at the sand, the shifting sands of time which can express so much about our galaxy in deep space as far as mortality seeps into voids on which baseball players have all gathered, to play and to cherish, while the crowd is just gross and relentless.

https://www.denverpost.com/2018/10/03/quotes-clubhouse-rockies-cubs-13-innings/