Situated near a bay, across from an island
where the souls of prisoners once howled like winds crying in despair -
some being killed in a humanly State like way by those who believed in
the sanctimony of life not seeing the irony of making sure babies with
no lungs, half a heart or other needed organs missing be born to pay homage
to the term "suffer the little children" and live in pain until their God
took them into His or Her home where they might live again in better pieces
rather than make the killers of others stay alive to see and feel for life
their crime against themselves, beneath steep hills that plunged toward
waters that had become grave fields for dolphins another living species
falling to the dark ages, in a deep depression that daily copulated with
air currents of great magnitudes of velocity - was a ballpark where the
game of baseball was adventured from April to sometimes October.
During home stands the park was
almost always filled to capacity by fanatics - despite threats of earthquakes
- who watch the doings with children-like wwonderment; never knowing the
stadium was home to the Greek Aeolus of the tribe that lived in Thessaly
or Lesbos and though he was not a god per se was given great powers by
the Olympian Zeus after he and his helpers replaced the Titans; bumping
off the likes of Cronus, Zeus' dad, and Prometheus who with his fire thing
had uplifted humans from worshipping death in pyramids to a place of dignity
in loving all things human; no longer afraid of the dark. The gods delighted
in making this semi-meaningless thing perpetuated by the elite to keep
the masses busy so they wouldn't become aware of all the scams that were
making their lives difficult:
like having to do without medicines and other little
niceties like food ....
The dedicated fans watched intently ballplayers who
didn't know how to hit to the opposite fields nor bunt and were hitting
at a paltry two hundred and twenty average being successful in getting
two hits about every tens times up
to bat but who were still able to command four million
dollars a year for their efforts. When the windy guy decided, he
could make a pop up hover over second base for a couple of seconds before
propelling the little white sphere against a fence to ricochet into an
unsuspecting uniformed person's
neck who was minding the pastures in right or left
fields.
"I bet twenty drachmas this one
will be caught by the short stopper person," said Hermes.
"And I'll wager it won't even be
caught!" Zeus said.
"I say the protector of the first
wheat sack will!" screamed Athena.
"You're both on!" Hermes said putting
down the gold as he looked from their mount Olympus perch.
At the very beginning of the sound
of the ball hitting the fashioned tree trunk called a "bat" the thing appeared
to be going out of the park so high and far it was smashed but then it
began to come down to the protector of the second sack who had returned
from a long journey to mid right field pasture and situated himself near
the bag where he suspected the ball would land and just as he was about
to pluck the ball out of Aeolus' mouth, it took another vehement bounce
in the winds to allude the "big grotesque hand" completely and fall gently
on a patch of the old titan Gaea's brown earth.
While all the Greek gods continued
to watch this thing they discovered some time ago and manipulated the mortals
below like having the blue-uniformed mortal behind the pentagon forget
where the "steek" or "baw" zones were, Aeolus kept on blowing out his lungs
giving all the movements even more dimensions than the stealer of the game,
from those inventors of the caste system who painted their bodies blue,
ever imagined.
"This is even better than watching
little league home runs going over the green monster!" shouted Zeus who
indeed felt pity for those Boston fans who cried in September after he
put his mighty hex on that team after they traded his Babe for a Broadway
play called "No No Nanette" or something like
that and would not allow the Red Sox - whatever the
Hades that meant spooking people who still feared the "red menace" overthrowing
their compassionate capitalistic system that was bleeding all others dry
- to win any more world serious encounters.
After a half hour of this amusement,
the gods began to watch the fans in the stands who kept blinking rapidly
while shivering as they bought seven dollar beers and four dollar hot-dogs
- just realizing that this was just the begginning of the first half of
the first inning of the big inning.