Joy sometimes seems beyond me
like I’m just riding along,
a viewer rather than a participant.

I was distantly aware of the game
I was at today.
It was a chilly experience.
I wonder how I could have felt further engaged.
I wasn’t invited to play in the Minor Leagues,
so being on the field wasn’t an option.

I could have studied up on the stats,
but really?
The runs were from loaded bases due to balls, balls, balls.
This was not thrilling baseball.

It’s not baseball that’s the issue, though.
I need to be excited.
Should I have been excited at the game?
If not there, where should I be excited?