by Dawn Hodson - 14:42 on 22 September 2006

 Passion always runs at its peak in a packed house

Throughout the existence of organised baseball, teams and players have been haunted by dreams of celebrity's status and timeless existence and perpetuation have always been in the mind of a sportsman. Indeed, I would be a sinner if I were to deny that such a thought have never crossed my mind. Having said that it is sometimes very easy to forget that baseball it’s just a game which, for good or ill, involves a competition, the facing off between two teams in a battle to the final inning. It is also about a spell, which has brought people from different walk of life together in attachment and even in fixation with the sport. From my own point of view, it is not that simple to explain the reasoning behind that extreme zest for baseball but I can unreservedly tell you that the power of words is not sufficient to weigh the passion that my affection for the game carries. And so I ask myself, not once but endlessly, would The Pirates III's remarkable achievement this season echo across the centuries and would the new generation of players, would they hear our names after we are long gone and wonder who we were, how pluckily and competitively we played; hard but fair so we played but never failed to give our best. A game or two was won or lost, a slippery plank at times we walked but no force ever conquered our competitive spirit and our ship's flagstaff was always up, flying our corsairs’ flag and wandering at sea, in search of outs and runs as plunder for a cause.

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