Take Me Out…

I took a break from reverse mergers, stagnant economy, rising unemployment, 144(i) and green sprouts to take my 7-year old son to a baseball game last night. A friend and business contact was kind enough to invite us. The seats were incredible, the hot dogs hot and the game delayed by a downpour representing the beginning of Hurricane Bill (maybe we should give former Pres. Clinton that name after his whirlwind trip to N. Korea).

There are many things dividing people in our country and world. It seems, at least in the US, that one thing that unites us is our national pastime. As I scanned the stands watching the hapless Mets lose to the Phillies, I saw kids, octogenarians, and everything in between. White, black, and everything in between. Men, women, boys and girls. Lots of foreign languages being spoken. Cops, lawyers, teachers and army veterans. A seat price that just about anyone can afford (though the expensive seats have gotten quite expensive).

My s0n got a wave from Pedro Martinez, former Met now playing for the Phillies. He lives for the seventh inning stretch and singing Take Me Out to the Ballgame. That was started, by the way, in 1910 when President Howard Taft was attending a game between the Washington Senators and the Philadelphia Athletics. He was over 300 pounds and by the middle of the seventh inning simply had to stand up. Everyone in the stands thought he was leaving and stood in respect. Thus the birth of the seventh inning stretch.

Thanks to my friend Andrew for the invite and the reminder that we all need to focus where possible on things that unite us all.

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