Zen Spot #52 --  Mindfulness, meditation and a big green monster February 6, 2018 00:05

Whose imagination?

Some churches have soaring stained glass windows that light up their insides likes neon signs light up the streets outside corner taverns. Other churches are planned and precisely plain. Altars, too, occupy a continuum from the serene to the inspiring to the intimidating to the torturous. What one brings to the interiors, in the shopping bags of the mind, while standing with head bowed, often determines one's quality of love.

On Lansdowne Street, in Boston, a minimalist gargoyle stands guard inside a particular church. That church is the finest professional baseball park on planet earth — Fenway Park.

The first time a believer emerges from any tunnel underneath the grandstand to watch a billion square feet of diamond fold open, a monster rises three stories from beneath the sea of green. An aberration to the extreme, the left field wall appears impenetrable to those who stand in the batter’s box. Perhaps another million square feet of vertical fear — the Green Monster — elicits legends of love, hate, fear and loathing.

Built in 1912, many of the world’s best professional baseball players have stepped onto the field of dreams. The list goes on forever. Babe Ruth, Ty Cobb, Lou Gehrig, Ted Williams, Hank Aaron, Yogi Berra, Wade Boggs, Carlton Fisk and many more.

Right field bleachers, 1995

For seven innings, on a May evening, three fools continued to throw peanuts over the heads of dozens of fans from the last row. One at a time, at times. Gaping handfuls at other times. Our seats were under the apex of the arc. Thirty feet.

Those in the first few rows showed great restraint. First, politely asking the heavers to stop. Shortly thereafter, speaking with security, frustration grew. Later, after letting fingers fly and shouting warnings about smashing skulls to the size of grapefruits, one blockhead hit one fan with one particular peanut.

She stood, spun and sprinted  across the tops of of the backs of seats as if being ferried by angels, believing God would call her into heaven following one final task. Upon the arrival of her train into the station, the offender's nose exploded  and everyone lived happily ever after.

Even the Buddhists.

The bleachers are a holy place.


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