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play-ball: painter and information can be found by play-ball 

play-ball  “it is the bottom of the ninth the bases are loaded and …”

 the music would play, the action would begin, in the 1960s on the black and white TV.  I am reading the book Underworld by Don DeLillo and the first section took me to a 1950s baseball game.  They were there, the adults of my 60s childhood:  Frank Sinatra, J. Edgar Hoover, and Jackie Gleason, at that one game.

The crowd moves with the action of the game as does the city, the nation, recorded in real-time, live on the radio, live in those pages.  There is no internet, there is no buzz, there is no one in the seats watching on the big screen overhead or on their iPhone, there is no one twittering about the beer that Jackie’s guzzling.

Real time, one pitch, one ball at a time.  And the movement, the movement of the players as they work for the goal mirrored by the movement of a young man through the streets of NY gliding through the concrete, dodging people to save his baseball, the winning baseball, the baseball that landed in his section of the stadium.  The baseball of possibility and hope.

Its warm and cold now, this week in 2012, a normal September feeling.  Driving past Cornell Wednesday, I decided to get out by the polo ring and take a walk.  You can still park in that area and not get a ticket.  I needed to stretch my legs and open my mind…4 hours on the computer, too much.  Walking past the polo building, then past the tennis building, I thought I saw it, a baseball field.  So I took a walk down…sure enough there is a baseball field with a big no trespassing sign.  No one around, and  maybe  one place left without a  video camera, besides, what were they going to do, shoot me? I walked the bases, not once, but twice.

My Dad loved the Yankees and he loved complaining about their leaders, especially Joe Torre.  I have no idea why.  No idea, he never told me and died soon after baseball season was over 7 years ago.  He took my brothers to Yankee games, I guess because that was the guy thing to do.  My friend Bev’s parents took three of us in 1973 to see the Mets in Shea Stadium.  I don’t remember anything about the game except that I fell in love with New York City and that my friend Bev loved Tom Seaver.

The only time I played baseball wasn’t really baseball, it was softball, and I played fifth and final substitute in 6th grade.  One day feeling all confident in my shortest person in the Class of 1979 status body, I said something cocky as I played outfield behind the second basegirl.  As if to show the team by showing me, Coach Russ  shot the ball right at me.  I tried to catch it but it hit my nose first, ouch! And then he said “See who is laughing now.”

So that is pretty much my history with baseball.  I enjoyed my walk around those bases yesterday. I felt the sanded grit under my feet and the possibility of a slide into 2nd or 3rd or the ball throw from 1st to 2nd and the runner out.

“Its Perez on base 3, batter up.”

“And Perez gets it to the 2nd baseman, just in time, ladies and gentlemen, he is out.”

I ended my walk, went to the Cornell Orchard, came home and took my dog Moby for a walk, a good walk.  The commentator could be heard

“And it’s Perez, trying to pull the dog off the deer scent.”

  “It’s Perez holding her own as the dog pulls her toward his destination and she pulls him back.”

At midnight, I opened my book, Underworld. I am way past the baseball game, the quiet of life without electronics: I have written a blog; corrected a student paper on line; placed a cell phone call; land line call; and posted to twitter twice.

Yep, way past the world where the ball has left the street kid’s hands…

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It remains a mystery…

It remains a mystery…

I am not really sure when it happened, it is still a mystery.  I closed and locked the office door, took a gulp of my soda, put it in my bag and proceeded to my car.  Same old routine, just another day.   I walked past a colleague and nothing seemed out of the ordinary.  My coat was still red and I was feeling like I wished I was wearing my black pea coat.

Nothing unusual seemed to happen in the elevator or on the walk past the customer service center, out the door, and past the pedestrians waiting for the bus.  I did not receive any funny looks and nothing felt any different.  I was thinking more about the red coat and how I just do not like it…it makes me feel like I put on bubble wrap.  I was sure that if it was not for the bubbles, I could almost past muster for an In Style check. 

I walked a couple of rows in the parking lot and still no clues.  The sun was shining, my car was clear of snow.  I looked forward to getting into the warm, sun-baked front seat on this cold winter day. 

 I unlocked the door and that is when I saw it.  The dribbles…brown dribbles, down my coat, streaming out of control.  ‘Oh my god, it is my soda and its leaking out of my black bag.’ I thought about the 12 ounces in my bag with all the work materials I had shoved in there and OMG (oh my God), my iPhone and $80 book.

I looked in the bag, sure enough, the stupid soda bottle turned upside down and the cap, loosened from my last gulp, was not able to hold back gravity.  Worse yet, on its way out of my black carry tote, the brown sugary soda pooled in the bottom, giving everything a good soak as it dripped out.

 Just so my friends can rest easy, the iPhone was safe.  I immediately fished it out of a bag inside the bag.  Everything else, however, needed a lot of remediation…drying in front of the wood stove and wiping down the sugar coating various parts of my car and person.

But the mystery remains…at what point did everything go bad…I thought I had sealed the bottle, even if I had not, why did it tip upside down, or had I been multi-tasking and placed it upside down?  and when and why did it take me so long to figure it out; that while I sat on the elevator, walked through the building and to my car, a disaster of my own making brewed silently along side me. 

 The tipping point…we must stay alert to prevent it, be vigilant to watch for it, and hope that we can mitigate its impact once it is in full tilt.  My electronic data was saved but damage wrought to a few things, which took time to fix, and cannot be completely repaired.