Perfect
Recently, an old kinescope of the TV broadcast of Dan Larsen's perfect game in the 1956 World Series came to light. Larsen was a nondescript pitcheer whose career was basically one of mediocrity (although he did play for the dominant New York Yankess of the 50's, which must say something for his ability), but for one incredibly, blessed afternoon in October, 1956, when he threw a perfect game against the Brooklyn dodgers. The odds of this happening must have been staggering, but it happened.
It begs the question: how many of us experience perfection? And, when we do, how many of us appreciate its supreme moment, its rarity, the blessedness of the moment?
Maybe this is why people take "recreational" drugs, or become sex-aholics, or pursue physical exercise to their limit: to experiece those supreme moments when all is right with the world, or, al leat, with their world. Nirvana does not come easily.
There are times when I am able to get there through art, music, and an appreciation of a given moment. Right now is one such moment.
It begs the question: how many of us experience perfection? And, when we do, how many of us appreciate its supreme moment, its rarity, the blessedness of the moment?
Maybe this is why people take "recreational" drugs, or become sex-aholics, or pursue physical exercise to their limit: to experiece those supreme moments when all is right with the world, or, al leat, with their world. Nirvana does not come easily.
There are times when I am able to get there through art, music, and an appreciation of a given moment. Right now is one such moment.
posted by Rich Sigberman at
7:37 AM
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