World Series

It is amazing to me how many things that were important to me as a boy, are still important now.  Is that your experience?  I grew up with the World Series, that is baseball, for those of you who are sport challenged.  Every October I was glued into the radio.  So was my Dad, and lots of my friends.  It helped that my teams were playing.  It was a best of seven series.  Today, I still look forward to the World Series even though my teams all stink or are too mediocre to get to the Series.  The boy is in the man.  I still like chocolate cake.  My Mom made sure that I had this from time to time.  Sadly, it is difficult for me to find someone to make me a chocolate cake.  Make it myself, you say? You miss the point.  The cake was gift.  That was part of being a boy, the giftedness of life.  I still cling to hope.  For that matter, a God who is no longer gift, but earned by my good behavior or belief, well, what is the point of that?  That  Earned God was not part of being a boy in the Bronx.  My God was a gift.