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Chestnut Hill Reservoir, Boston MA

31 October 2011

Comeback Cardinals

It’s been a few days since the St. Louis Cardinals won the World Series, and despite the intervening excitement and challenges of experiencing the beauty and dealing with the damage bestowed upon the landscape by and October snowstorm, I’m still musing on the significance and meaning of their thrilling ride through the playoffs.

Facing elimination in Game 6, the Cardinals were down to their last strike on two separate occasions. As had been the case since late August, when their improbable run to the playoffs began, when they found themselves with their backs to the wall, the wall became more than 45,000 cheering fans, and the collective enthusiasm of an entire city, pushing them forward, holding them up. Even beyond the remarkable athleticism and skill of individual players that produced not one, not two, but three decisive hits (a tying two-run triple, a decisive RBI single, and a walk-off home run) in the 9th through 11th innings, the cohesion of the team and the devotion of its fervent followers created a memorable spectacle that is the essence of outstanding baseball.

Having lived for three years in St. Louis, and now in my third year living in Worcester, I’m familiar with cities and regions where a baseball team is more than just a group of players for whom to cheer– it’s a family that inspires an even broader community of devotion, support, and strong emotional involvement. During the offseason, one sees plenty of Cardinals or Red Sox apparel in everyday situations around those respective cities, worn by the full spectrum of the local population. There are jokes– not entirely without the ring of truth– that baseball is something of a religion for its most fervent followers, myself increasingly included. The greatest players, whether they’ve established long, successful careers or emerged at a crucial juncture to contribute some timely heroics, are honored, revered, and admired. These teams’ victory parades in celebration of World Series titles drew nearly a million people to the streets over the past several years.

I’m a firm believer in the value of community, on scales ranging from the local to the global. True community living does bring challenges alongside clear benefits of support, happiness, and good company, as I’ve learned in seven years of life as a Jesuit. The hundreds of thousands who united to cheer on the Cardinals likely have their share of differences about the neuralgic issues provoking heated rhetoric and creating affliction and tension throughout our nation. While those concerns hardly disappear during a game of baseball, I can’t help but hope in the possibility of transferring that energy to the realm of our nation’s key social issues, rallying around something greater than our differences, deeper than our worries, and more lasting than the thrill of a decisive win or a festive victory parade. Game 6 of the World Series taught me a powerful lesson– community makes it really hard to simply give up in the face of adversity, despair, or a situation that many could justifiably consider hopeless. The Cardinals, in standing tall with true determination each time they were pushed to the brink of defeat, not only achieved a remarkable and unprecedented triumph, but also affirmed the confidence of an entire city, and offered the entire nation a sterling example of teamwork. I hope that they can inspire some similar comebacks in our neighborhoods, our cities, and our nation. Otherwise, it’s going to be a very long offseason.

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