Creating a Baseball National Holiday takes a Called First Strike
You kind of knew going into the idea of an M L B Opening Day national holiday might be more of a mythical swing for the fences or every baseball lover’s day dream of an impending 3-2 count bottom of the 9th with the bases fully juiced.
Maybe it was a bit of too much emphasis on pushing the positives and thinking that our current Commander-in-Chief who ceremonially upheld that awesome Presidential Opening Day tradition on his home turf of Washington DC during the 2010 National’s home opener would stand tall and proud that one of his treasured sports wanted to be embraced like this on a national scale.
Possibly I held too much hope that President Obama, who bolstered more of an athletic background and love for the game of baseball then in the first Presidential First Pitch moment back in 1910 by that famous spit-baller President William Taft. Maybe I was hoping President Obama who relish in the fact the Tampa Bay Rays own Raymond stood with members of the Red Sox Nation as Mr. Met joined arms-in-arms with Philly phanatics in wanting a special day of celebrating what is still rightfully, our national pastime.
But what truly rocked me to the core is not just a personal or even cap tilt from the White House’s main occupant, but a well-versed but truly polish response to the M L B Petition submitted to make Baseball’s Opening Day a National holiday.
Sure the press release did come from the White House’s “Bullpen” via a mound visit/release by White House Principal Deputy Press Secretary Josh Ernest. In Ernest’s defense, he is a life-long Royals fan, so maybe I’m cutting him a bit of slack since he personally knows a bit about the awful feeling of feeling disappointment with regards to the game.
Ernest was quite earnest and frank indeed to show some empathy with the entire baseball nation as he stated in his brief: “While we are sympathetic to your pitch to make Opening Day a national holiday, it’s a little outside our strike zone: creating a permanent federal holidays is traditionally the purview of Congress. So it’s up to the men and women on Capitol Hill to decide whether to swing at this pitch.”
So quite possibly seems we, as a petitioning nation somehow misread the signals from our own Third Base Coach (M L B) on the transpiring play and were ultimately caught red-handed standing in “no-man’s land” between First and Second Base with our feet stuck in clay….an easy out for the White House as we consulted and petitioned the wrong governmental body to get some resolve to our want.
Hopefully next time we can get a clear second opinion or honest impression on the signals before striding off the bag and committing a mortal base-running sin. Giving a precious out even in the game of politics can be detrimental to any swing or aggressive actions at the plate or on the base paths and could result in an inning ending defensive recourse or a debilitating 5-4-3 double play.
Sure I wanted a personal opinion or statement from our Chi-Sox loving Commander as to his future vision for this plan of making Opening Day a national celebration, but outside the aforementioned Press Release, the Oval Office or for that matter the Rose Garden still doesn’t seem to have a keystone shaped Home Plate nestled within its carpet/grassy regions at this time.
I guess it is true that baseball makes all of us feel like youngsters, kids of all ages, and maybe it was truly naive to think that by gathering 100,000 signatures (mine included) would put this grand plan on firm ground for such an undertaking.
Maybe the same 100,000 people’s want to deport Justin Bieber delivered to this same prestigious address will be met with the same fate…..a hearty and pronounced bellowing from a black-clad Umpire screaming “Strike One!”
Sure we might have been caught flat-footed watching that ball break across the plate and we stood there groggily-eyed and mesmerized, but hopefully this experience did not only educate us, but made us pop a bit more pine tar on the barrel, grip the lumber a bit tighter and square off in the box hoping the “meat” throws that same old weak stuff again.
Maybe the reality is that by petitioning the White House we can as a baseball nation take the necessary steps to accelerate our plans advance through the political minor leagues to take a healthy step up the ladder to make ourselves truly noticed and possibly get that battlefield promotion to “The Show”.
We as a collective baseball-loving nation are now a bit wiser for this whole experience. From the initial gaining of the first petition’s signatures to the reassembling of the whole enchilada as our Bench decides our next game plan.
Believe me, next time we will not have a deer-in-the-headlights moment when we final get that call to the majors aka where surely someday get our shot with an at-bat against the high caliber Washington DC Bombers and even with a 0-1 count against us we will not show a hint of fear as we want and shall one day have a national day to rejoice our national pastime.
Washington forgets. A baseball game is never over until that 27th out, so we still got time, the energy and the will to provide a classic comeback moment. As that wise baseball philosopher John Fogerty once said: “Put me in Coach, I’m ready to play…today!”
Excuse while I step personally back into the Batter’s Box after adding a bit more tar to my Louisville Slugger wearing my “WE the People” away baseball cap and jersey.