Yup. That’s what my mama said.
In case you didn’t know, the GIANTS lost last night. I’m disappointed, dismayed, disconcerted, dissatisfied and other disses too numerous to mention. But I’m going to stop short of discouraged. All the disses I mentioned earlier are temporary states of mind–they typically signify a feeling about something in the past–the types of feelings that will go away before the 1st pitch of the next game. But discouraged signifies no hope and I always have hope. I am a GIANTS fan. Hope is my middle name.
Before the 1st pitch of last night’s game I had hope. Hope stayed with me right up to the last pitch. Alexander Pope, in An Essay on Man, said “Hope springs eternal in the human breast…” Pope would have loved baseball.
There are 162 games in a regular baseball season. The GIANTS are going to lose a few along the way. They’re also going to win a few. We can’t lose hope now–there is plenty of baseball left.
Hope. Because when my mama told me there’d be days like this, she said it wouldn’t be every day.