Let's Go Cubs

 (Continuing)

Castanza was at the plate, full count, when he plopped down on the couch across from his Pal in the La-Z-Boy across the living room. Cheers! they said in unison. Each taking a sip of the single malt scotch he'd brought over to share this time.

Let's hope he's gonna have a good year, he sure let us down in the playoffs, that's for sure. How much did I miss?

It's only the bottom of the second, Jack said. Well lots of those kids are great athletes, but you gotta be able to play through the pressure.

That's it exactly! And they don't have to swing at every pitch, right? They play from pure emotion – exciting to watch, anything can happen, especially when this one's up, but he is "hard to walk" as they say.

Listen to this one Jack – for my essay:

Good People

most royal greening verdancy,

rooted in the sun,

you shine your radiant light.

Hildegard of Bingen

Holy Shnikeys that's a good one, where did you dig up that one?

It's from Matthew Fox's Original Blessing, one of the most important books I've ever read. Reorienting the church back to its original center in Creation Theology. You don't start with sin, you start with a holy loving God with whom we are already one and then the love story begins.

Commercials for AstraZeneca and Flonase and Country Crock and Chevrolet play between innings.

The story of religion, he is saying, doesn't begin with some kind of dilemma to solve. It's a really interesting way to think about things. That there even is a creation is an act of love, and then add some people to enjoy it with, who are so nearly just like God, as triune… a living, love community, three in one… On and on. So it's a keeper if you can ever find a copy.

Hey there! Martini hit a double, that should bring in a run. And yeah, shoot me some quotes will you? And I need to see that essay when you're done.

I'll be sure to send it over.

After the game he bid Jack farewell and stopped by to grab Chinese for dinner and a sixpack of Red Stripe from the 711 at the corner near the playground where he tried to, again, walk his cat without success. Back at the apartment Zoe greeted him with curls and purs around his feet. He took off his shoes, washed his face and hands. She told him about her day while he ate with chopsticks, appreciating how the sunset with all its golden lights was perfectly centered by his window frame at exactly this time on exactly this date.