My big brother sent an email to me last week after the Cubs won.
It made my heart smile and it also reminded me that those of us who take time with kids, our own or others make memories that last for a very, very long time.
Make them magical.
Also, that power of story we preach at Brains on Fire, it’s real.
From my brother:
This morning on Mike & Mike the conversation has centered on last night’s World Series game 7. One of the questions has been: “Is this the greatest baseball game ever?” A lot of reasons have been given to make the claim, teams evenly matched, neither had won for so many years (decades even!), etc. They compared it to the Braves-Twins double shutout and even had John Smoltz as a guest.
But my thoughts went back to an October day in 1960. I had walked home from school, I was in 4th grade, and I noticed my Dad’s car was in the driveway. It was probably after 3:00pm and very unusual for my Dad to be home on a weekday afternoon at that time. He was a workaholic his entire life. He never even took sick days that I can remember. So seeing his car in the driveway made me nervous.
I was surprised to find him in our little den watching a baseball game on TV. (World Series games were still played in the daytime then, for those not born yet). He told me to sit down and watch with him. He set the scene. The Yankees had scored in the top of the ninth to tie the game and the Pirates were coming to bat. I only remember it being a couple of pitches until Bill Mazeroski hit his famous home run that won the game, and the Series, for the Pirates. My Dad stood up and said, “you have just seen the greatest game in baseball history.” I remember him saying that this game would be talked about “50 years from now”. (I specifically remember the phrase “50 years from now” because I think that was the first time I tried to imagine that far in the future. To a 4th grader, Christmas is long way off! But that thought didn’t last long.) And then he went back to work.
So thanks to the Indians and the Cubs for a great game and a great Series. Thanks for making me forget about Donald and Hillary for a little while. But thanks mostly for reminding me of that warm day in October in 1960, and the greatest baseball game ever played, and a moment with my father.
The truth about story is this: We can see ourselves in a story. Stories transport us and connect us.
And yeah, I thought we could all use a distraction today.