If you have spent any time with the game of inches
you may eventually ponder this question

How does God fit in to baseball?

Does God manipulate players and situations in order to effect
the outcome of the game?
Is God a fan of a particular team?
Does God even care who wins the World Series?

How does God fit in to baseball?

She makes herself real small
and gets into the cushion cork center where She will be well
protected by the wool and cotton winding and the cowhide cover
and then
She’s ready for a
roller coaster ride.

God wants to FEEL the arc of a curve ball.
God wants to BE a hard slider.
God wants to be clocked at 95 MPH on the radar gun.
God wants to be blistered down the third base line
picking up chalk along the way.

God wants to be bobbled, booted, bunted, balked, blooped,
and, yes,
God wants to be . . .

autographed.

And once you’ve become aware that God is residing inside
the baseball . . .
the highest respect you can give to God
is     with     one     big      swing     of     the      bat

and

T   H   W   A   C   K !

THIS   GOD   IS   G-O-O-O-ONE! ! !