For some of you the prospect of Spring training brings the hope that all will be right in the world, and order will prevail over chaos and (fill in your team) will have a chance this year. For others, it's well, who cares. But at least it's March and that means. the weather is warming. And even if bats and balls are not our thing, we are grateful and hopeful.

I have deep roots in Baseball. My father and I shared a love of the game. He took me to my first game in the 1960s. We were at Dodger Stadium in Los Angeles, where we watched Don Drysdale pitch one of his last games. Later I played for a little league team that had the proud record of going 0-18. We had a gentile older coach who just seemed to always smile no matter what happened on the field. That was the beginning and end of my playing days, but the game stuck.

There is something Kairos about Baseball. There is no clock. You play to the last out in the ninth inning. The game embodies a paradox in that the defense starts each play with the ball. It’s a game of individuals, yet they play as a team. This all seems so philosophical, biblical and counter-cultural.

Yes, there are other sports, but baseball. I don’t know. It just has a quiet rhythm. You can’t be in a hurry watching baseball. You also have to be willing to live with a lot of tension.

I think baseball is spiritual because it’s so much like life.