It breaks your heart. It is designed to break your heart. The game begins in the spring, when everything else begins again, and it blossoms in the summer, filling the afternoons and evenings, and then as soon as the chill rains come, it stops and leaves you to face the fall alone. You count on it, rely on it to buffer the passage of time, to keep the memory of sunshine and high skies alive, and then just when the days are all twilight, when you need it most, it stops.
-A. Bartlett Giamatti, “The Green Fields of the Mind”
I’ve always loved that quote from former Major League Baseball Commissioner Bart Giamatti (as a movie fan, you probably know his son, Paul). The quote rings so very true. From April through the end of October, baseball is with us every single day. For more than half of the year, it is your most loyal, most reliable friend. You can always count on it to be there. And then, just when everything turns cold and gray, it’s gone. The other night, I watched The Town, which features a really excellent heist scene in Boston’s Fenway Park. It made me miss baseball most of all, but it also made me think of all of the great scenes that have happened at Major League Baseball stadiums in non-baseball movies. The full complement: Continue reading