Tuesday, August 13, 2013

Team building with the Jays

I admit it: I'm not a team player. Not if it means playing stupid charades, writing poems about what I love about my job (I kid you not) and other such juvenile activities. In fact, I find these demeaning more than anything.

But (of course there's a but!) I do love an afternoon at the ballpark. I love baseball. Not the distractions -- the rock music, the jumbotron, the games --  but the game itself.  I am always transported back in time at the ballpark. Everything becomes simple again.

I like the pace. It's not slow, it's thoughtful. You got 2 on base, 2 outs, and a clean up hitter coming up. What do you do? I love trying to guess, even if I always guess wrong.  I have time to think before the pitch, and time to second guess after, a luxury you certainly won't find in hockey. Plus baseball has inspired such beautiful writing.

But does going to the park help build your team? Not on your life. Those of us who love the game watched the game. A few hung out in the back eating, drinking and chatting.  Too many were glued to their Blackberries. No team stuff there.

But as a team, we agreed on this: a sunny afternoon at the ballpark never hurts, even if the Jays lose.


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