I use a question mark because the road to hell is paved with good intentions.
One of my New Year’s resolutions is to increase my reading. I used to employ one of those speed-reading methods and thought that if I got back to it on a regular basis, I could get through a book a day. But you just know something is going to come up that will interrupt the plan. (Note: Tom Hoffarth, formerly with the Los Angeles Daily News, still has an annual feature about 30-books-in-30-days during the month of April, so this is going above and beyond…)
But we’re off to a good start: today I finished The Baseball Gods are Real: A True Story about Baseball and Spirituality by Jonathan A. Fink (2018).
Fink, who owns “a purposeful investment management firm,” is a devotee of yoga and meditation and has found a corollary between that and baseball, if I understand the philosophy correctly, which I may not. I’m one of the world’s biggest skeptics so when people start associating events with areas of spiritual and positive thinking, I’m thinking “coincidence.” But who am I to intrude on anyone else’s belief system?
The Baseball Gods is at once charming and frustrating, the latter because it seems to have been published without benefit of a good editor. How else to explain the multiple typos, especially in proper names, such as “Bruce springsteen” or “George springer” [sic]? (And this is coming from one of the great misspellers of all time).Then there’s the frequent repetition of phrases and several awkward expressions. Nitpicking? Perhaps, but I can’t help it. As a former journalist, such details were pounded into me by higher-ups.
Fink also published The Baseball Gods are Real: Volume 2 – The Road to the Show last year but I haven’t started that one yet.
We shall see what tomorrow will bring. This might be the quickest broken resolution on record.










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