It’s doubtful that the Mayans actually believed that December 21st marked the end of days. It’s far more likely that the author of a particular Maya codex believed that a calendar going two thousand years into the future was sufficient, and ceased using the software program that printed out his or her calendar. Nonetheless, the idea of an apocalypse got me thinking, and I found that I was far more comfortable with the idea of dying along with the masses than I was with meeting death alone.
Prior to this, I had always assumed that my fear of death was some sort of fear of the unknown. That’s not really the case though. I feel fairly confident in my beliefs that with death comes personal nothingness. So, why am I so apprehensive about my own death, but far less so if it’s with the rest of the human population? I think it’s ultimately a fear of missing out. I don’t want to not see my girlfriend smile, miss out on my mom hugging me or not be able to get that link emailed to me with the super cute puppies all hanging out in a basket with their kitten buddies.
As sad as it sounds, I also don’t want to miss out on baseball. I love it. I love watching it. I love playing it. And I love talking or writing about it. If it’s being able to partake in these small moments that make life worth living, then it’s not a stretch to suggest that it’s the small moments that also make being a baseball fan worthwhile. Here are my favorite ten moments from the 2012 season, that I would have hated to miss.
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