So, Roy Halladay pitched a no-hitter yesterday. Only the second such gem in MLB post season history. He was one walk away from pitching a perfect game, and being the only guy to have two such games in the same year. In a year when we had a whole lot of bad baseball to watch around Seattle, it was pretty amazing to read about, and see such a wonderful display of baseball might.
From one guy, at least.
It's funny. Maybe it's because I'm a Mariners fan, but as excited as I was for Roy Halladay, I couldn't help but think that his no-hit game means that at least 9 guys on the other team "failed" all game long. Their job was to go up and score some runs. Heck, the way Halladay was pitching, I think most of Cincinnati would have been fine even just getting a few hits. But, no dice. No hits. No runs. Nothing.
So, we celebrate Halladay, and we should. But what does that mean for the other guys who barely got wood on the ball? Do we fire them? Ship them down to the minors? Nope. They'll all be back at it at the next game, having put their colossally bad night behind them.
We can learn a lot from baseball. When we fail in our lives we beat ourselves up, we blame others, we get depressed. Most Baseball hitters fail 7 out of 10 times for their whole career. Yesterday, an entire team failed at their jobs. But they're back at it today, none the worse for wear. Kudos to Roy Halladay for a thing of beauty. And Kudos to the Cincinnati Reds for a lesson we all need to remember. We're can't be perfect. We learn from our mistakes. And tomorrow is another day to do better.
Don't go to church, Be the Church
Bill
