The ghostly baseball announcer commands the farmer “if you build it, he will come.” So the man tears up part of his farm and builds a baseball field and is visited immediately by members of the shamed 1919 White Sox. So begins W.P. Kinsella’s Shoeless Joe that was later made into the American classic movie Field of Dreams. When the farmer, Ray Kinsella, meets one of his heroes Joe Jackson, Shoeless Joe says “This must be heaven.” Ray replies “No, it’s Iowa.” The famously slow outfielder from South Carolina may be excused for his confusion, for a baseball field can very easily be confused with heaven for those who have eyes to see. It is quite literally the perfect game.
First there is the fact that the game is deeply Trinitarian. The number three and its multiples are found everywhere. There are 3 outs, 9 innings and the game is complete once 27 outs, that is outs, are recorded. There are 9 players on the field, a field in which the pitcher’s mound whose diameter is 18 feet and is 60 feet, 6 inches from home plate. The bases, of which you must touch all 3 before advancing home, are each 90 feet apart. It is played on a diamond, the symbol of purity and one of the 12 gemstones of the New Jerusalem. We can’t help but love it because it is played on a diamond, the same precious stone that God uses to write on man’s heart (c.f. Jer 17:1).
The most exciting (and rarest) of plays are the triple, the triple play and striking out the side on 9 pitches. Only the truly excellent players can achieve a 30-30 season (that is 30 HR and 30 SB) or strike out 300 batters. Canonization is guaranteed by 3000 hits or 300 wins. The game is played without a clock and thus foreshadows the timelessness of heaven (it is a great sacrilege when kids have to play the game under a time limit). In fact when both teams play it perfectly, that is when there is a double perfect game, it could go on forever. There is also the goal, beginning at home and striving to return there, as an apt parallel for life as proceeding from that same Trinity and our hustling to return to God. Baseball is then a parallel for the Divine Romance between man and God.
Field of Dreams By JoeyBLS
Baseball’s historical roots are clouded in darkness with nothing like it found anywhere, making us think it was created ex nihilo. On the Seventh Day, God rested and watched the Seventh Game of the World Series, the perfect ending to His perfect creation. Sin, PEDs and instant replay may have tainted that creation, but baseball still gives us a glimpse of paradise restored. That ultimately is why sports, and baseball in particular remain compelling to us—America’s pastime. Baseball is not a necessary thing or even a really important thing, but in the strict sense neither is creation. Baseball, like all of creation, exists out of the superabundance of God’s goodness. He created it in order to bring us joy; enabling us to grasp at the seeds of hope found within His creation. For a small window of time we are brought into a well-ordered world where human perfection is on display and only fair play allowed. It is, as Aristotle thought, a foretaste of true contemplation.
That the Seventh Game of the World Series will be played on All Saints Day is providential. For those who watch the Astros and Dodgers tonight will become as the “great cloud of witnesses” cheering the players on and winning and losing with them. They become the 10th man on the field. The game binds a community together, that is why we name them after cities instead of giving the naming rights to companies. And now that the Suffering Servant (the Cubs) has prospered, the game can work its healing power on devastated city like Houston the same way it did Boston in 2013.
Walt Whitman, when he first encountered children playing ‘base’ in Brooklyn declared “the game of ball is glorious.” Is it heaven? No, but it isn’t Iowa either. Baseball brings us to some place on the road between the two.