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Odmor je gotov...
Ah...konačno je stigao i ovaj dan...prvi pravi trening u novoj sezoni...zaista je predugo trajala ova pauza...posuta događajima kojih je bilo poput broja najfinijih vezova u perzijskom ćilimu...
Već se veselim znoju, boli i suzama!
Ali isto tako i onoj malo drugačijoj strani...miomirisi pečenog mesa na roštilju poslije tekme...razni sokovi od hmelja...i hmm...razuzdani večernji tulumi... :-)
Divan je to sport kojim se bavim i kojeg toliko volim ...ali neću pisati što mi sve predstavlja, već ću samo staviti par rečenica iz filma Field of dreams koje kažu baš ono što bih i ja napisao ovdje...
"Ray, people will come Ray. They'll come to Iowa for reasons they can't even fathom. They'll turn up your driveway not knowing for sure why they're doing it. They'll arrive at your door as innocent as children, longing for the past. Of course, we won't mind if you look around, you'll say. It's only $20 per person. They'll pass over the money without even thinking about it: for it is money they have and peace they lack. And they'll walk out to the bleachers; sit in shirtsleeves on a perfect afternoon. They'll find they have reserved seats somewhere along one of the baselines, where they sat when they were children and cheered their heroes. And they'll watch the game and it'll be as if they dipped themselves in magic waters. The memories will be so thick they'll have to brush them away from their faces. People will come Ray. The one constant through all the years, Ray, has been baseball. America has rolled by like an army of steamrollers. It has been erased like a blackboard, rebuilt and erased again. But baseball has marked the time. This field, this game: it's a part of our past, Ray. It reminds of us of all that once was good and it could be again..."
"Man, I did love this game. I'd have played for food money. It was the game... The sounds, the smells. Did you ever hold a ball or a glove to your face? I used to love travelling on the trains from town to town. The hotels... brass spittoons in the lobbies, brass beds in the rooms. It was the crowd, rising to their feet when the ball was hit deep. Shit, I'd play for nothing!"
"Well, you know I... I never got to bat in the major leagues. I would have liked to have had that chance. Just once. To stare down a big league pitcher. To stare him down, and just as he goes into his windup, wink. Make him think you know something he doesn't. That's what I wish for. Chance to squint at a sky so blue that it hurts your eyes just to look at it. To feel the tingling in your arm as you connect with the ball. To run the bases - stretch a double into a triple, and flop face-first into third, wrap your arms around the bag. That's my wish, Ray Kinsella. That's my wish. And is there enough magic out there in the moonlight to make this dream come true?"
Dingo u akciji!
Black Onyx (The Zlo) u iščekivanju...
Robijaši u dugoutu...
Silk pozorno prati...
Opuštanje ratnika...
Post je objavljen 12.01.2008. u 10:17 sati.