The boys of summer are back in town, and once again downtown Saint Louis is seeing more red than the federal government!
Baseball season reminds me of one of my favorite sayings: "The truth bats last". If I were a bumper-sticker-kind-of-girl, my car would be plastered with it. Must be the reporter in me...always looking for, searching for, jonesing for the truth.
Think about it. Journalists are urged to "get both sides of the story" and present both sides in an objective manner. Deciding who is telling the truth is left to the viewer or the jury. That new show, "Moment of Truth", relies on a lie detector. But since most of us don't walk around with a lie detector and Pinnochio was only a fairy tale, most of us have to wait until the truth reveals itself.
The dust must settle on the dispute; the sincerity of the invitation has to borne out; the champion has to be made. And while you wait, the seasons will unfold...life will move on...and patience will be an asset. Yet, if you are a true seeker of the truth, you will be rewarded in the end. You've heard it before: "Now, I have closure."
As life would have it, there may be extra innings. But many times just when you feel you will be overwhelmed by the suspense, the compulsion for vindication, the despair of the dream deferred...humanity's most valiant batter steps onto the diamond.