This spring training season I'm endeavoring to catch snatches of a randomly chosen ballgame on the At Bat app. Tonight it was the Nationals vs. the Braves, broadcast from somewhere in Florida.
I don't have particular knowledge of either team and won't follow them closely this season. That's not the point, or the joy. The joy is the constant murmur of the crowd and the point is the frequent breaks in the action as the drama unfolds. Baseball is like good writing, it takes as long as it takes. Some things can't be hurried, which is why listening to baseball is my meditation.