Within a few hours, the World Series will begin once again. Some of you know I am a baseball fan.
I wrote this before the end of the American League Championships.
Don and Sandy loved Baseball. Don was always a Yankees fan and Sandy faithfully followed the Dodgers. Both of them could, and did, trace their treasured loves back to when both teams were New York.
Don loved to brag about the Yankees. He continually reminded Sandy that the Yankees won the most World Series of any other team, and that there more Yankees in the Hall of Fame, and that God was a Yankees fan. Don grudgingly accepted the first statement (for it was true), wasn’t sure about the second, but didn’t believe in the third.
And despite the rivalries between their two respective major baseball teams, they remained the best of friends, even going to the ballpark together, whether it would be in Los Angeles or New York.
They made a pact with each other. That is, if baseball was to be found in Heaven, they would ask if they could live out eternity in the same neighborhood so both of them could watch and cheer together whatever baseball teams may be playing up there. Even better if the late and worthy Yankees and Dodgers players would also be playing in this neighborhood.
After more than 80 years of watching, cheering, celebrating, and occasionally lamenting, old age caught up with them and they were both taken up to Heaven and appeared before God.
The Almighty spoke,
“Normally Peter would greet you at the gate, but he is not a baseball fan. I AM! And I have watched every single game of baseball that has ever been played. Being the Almighty certainly has its perks.”
He smiled and then continued, “Have no fear for I know both of you want to live out eternity in the same neighborhood and I will grant you that wish. All three of us will walk to where Sandy will spend his eternity and then I’ll walk with Don to his place. All ready?”
Both Don and Sandy smiled.
And then a big, almost prideful, grin spread across Don’s face. He starts thinking, “It’s not every day one gets to spend some time alone with the Almighty. And certainly god is on the Yankees’ side and, by extension, and literally, by my side as well!”
So the trio walked into the Baseball Neighborhood. In the center were two large hills. The slightly, smaller one had a complete MLB sized baseball stadium. A game was going and the Almighty smiled.
The larger hill hosted a large, white, and impressive mansion with long columns. Flying on top of the mansion was a large Dodgers’ pennant, flying brilliantly in the sun.
The Almighty pointed to Sandy and told him, “Go to the mansion, you’ll be living there. The baseballs, bats, and gloves are in the back in case you want to practice or play.” Sandy joyously smiled and started his trek to the top of hill.
The Almighty turned to Don and said, “Let’s go to your place.”
Don walked with HIM, excited, for if God was a Yankee’s fan, what a treasured home would be waiting for him.
They walked for about five minutes, and then the Almighty opened the gates to a non-descriptive house. Don and the Almighty walked inside. There was a faded Yankee flag and an old glove inside the small house.
Don turned to the Almighty and asked HIM, “While I appreciate my own place in Paradise, why does Sandy get the mansion, the ballpark, and I get a small house?”
The Almighty was in a good mood, for HE usually does not tolerate such insolate behavior, replied,
“My son, you don’t understand. The mansion Sandy is to spend eternity is not his. It is mine.”
“Now about the Yankees and the World Series. They aren’t going to be in it this year.”