"The New York Yankees’ Nick Swisher climbed a wall to try and catch a ball in Game 1 of the 2009 World Series ..." (via Photo Journal - WSJ )

As long as we have the World Series every Autumn, I will continue to believe to the rock bottom of my soul that God blesses America and has an exceptional plan for this nation.

Look at the moment captured above in Game 1. It could be hung in the Norman Rockwell Museum and not be out of place.

In every face (except Swisher's) is an expression of pure joy as they all realize that on its way to them, at that very moment, is every baseball fan's most cherished dream from childhood... the chance to catch a fly ball in a World Series game in the stands.

In another instant only one will come up with it --- but in this moment all have a chance and all are transported at the opportunity to transcend themselves and enter into something bigger, brighter, and finer than their lives would otherwise be.

And that's the way it is in America. That's why we see many footprints leading in and few coming out. For with all our quarrels, our disagreements, our struggles, and our incessant bickering, this remains a land where you can always get another turn at bat, where you can always get another chance to swing for the bleachers.

And where, even if you aren't a player in "The Show," you can buy a seat out on the right field line and wait there for the crack of the bat, the rise of the ball against the sky --- and it's coming, it's coming --- and whap, you got it.

You're in "The Show."

In that moment life, the universe, and everything else comes down to one great roar of joy from yourself and the rest of the crowd.

Baseball,   the World Series,   a high fly ball in an Autumn sky,    and America.

Nothing else like them ever was. "I got it!" "No, I got it!" "No, we got it!".