Still Life

I always loved how baseball seemed to move at the same pace throughout the whole game.

What keeps changing is the atmosphere. The mood. When a team starts to rally, looks a little more focused, feels a bit more confident. Maybe it's a home game, and the stadium is vibrant. The crowd is a loud roar. The pace of the game is kept at bay by the pitcher and the batter. They take their time. They look at each other and think deeply about one thing: victory. Then in an instant everyone moves, even the man who's farthest from the action flinches. And it's over. Back to plate, to the mound.

I always loved how people would say, baseball is boring, it's a game about statistics. The boring game, the quiet storm.