Minutes to Memories

I had to leave for our church's evening devotional when the game went into extra innings, but I enjoyed the finals of the Little League World Series yesterday afternoon nonetheless. Later, I learned that the little fellas from Warner-Robbins, Georgia, defeated their counterparts from Tokyo, Japan, with a dramatic walk-off home run in the bottom of the eight inning. What an unbelievable memory for that young man!

My wife and youngest daughter and I watched the game together (after watching the Cardinals beat the Braves and pull within two games of first place - yippee!!!). Both of my ladies commented that it would be a cool road trip to go to Williamsport, Pennsylvania, to watch the Little League World Series one year, and I completely agreed. Of course, Jody wants to go for the multicultural experience. I want to go for baseball. And Hillary requested that the trip be in two years when she's the same age as the boys so she could check them out! :-)

I'm sure the road to Williamsport for these young athletes isn't so pure and innocent, but there's still something about this singular event that carries with it some measure of purity. Little kids from all over the world playing baseball together, and the whole world watching. Something just seems right about that...