What does it matter, the intent? Bodies entangled, intentions intertwined, desires pressing against each other from both directions. The rule, a charming attempt to arbitrate the chaos of ambition, says “out.”
Universal self is somewhere above the rule. Universal self is aware that there are not two teams, two desires, with an official ruling between them like a wide river. Universal self sees that all is single organism, of which each player, team, logo, color, fan is a pumping organ. The outcome of the game, the ruling on the field, another organ, a lively blood vessel.
Craig Calcaterra on last night’s game:
"But then baseball happened. And baseball, no matter how much we think we know about it — no matter how much authority, earned or otherwise, we assert with respect to it — occasionally says ‘ha.’"
Should we call it, then, the universal ha?