Major Sports Are Major Parts Of Society.

Baseball Has Undergone And Absorbed A Whole Set Of Dislocations.

Baseball Is About Homecoming. It Is A Journey By Theft And Strength, Guile And Speed, Out Around First To The Far Island Of Second, Where Foes Lurk In The Reefs And The Green Sea Suddenly Grows Deeper, Then To Turn Sharply, Skimming The Shallows, Making For A Shore That Will Show A Friendly Face, A Color, A Familiar Language And, At Third, To Proceed, No Longer By Paths Indirect But Straight, To Home.

No One Man Is Superior To The Game.

My Goal Has Been To Encourage Jointness, To Push People To Think Of Affiliations Rather Than To Operate As Solo Entrepreneurs.

The Gods Have Fled, I Know. My Sense Is The Gods Have Always Been Essentially Absent. I Do Not Believe Human Beings Have Played Games Or Sports From The Beginning Merely To Summon Or To Please Or To Appease The Gods. If Anthropologists And Historians Believe That, It Is Because They Believe Whatever They Have Been Able To Recover About What Humankind Told The Gods Humankind Was Doing. I Believe We Have Played Games, And Watched Games, To Imitate The Gods, To Become Godlike In Our Worship Of Eachother And, Through Those Moments Of Transmutation, To Know For An Instant What The Gods Know.