Saturday, June 14, 2008

Best monologue from the best movie, ever

I belong to the Church of Baseball. I was baptized at the feet of my mother, with whom I watched countless games on television, and a number of them at Wrigley Field. Walking in to Wrigley truly feels like walking in to church ... there's something that speaks to my soul. I can't explain it, but James Earl Jones can. His line, from my favorite movie, Field of Dreams:

People will come Ray. They'll come to Iowa for reasons they can't even fathom. They'll turn up your driveway not knowing for sure why they're doing it. They'll arrive at your door as innocent as children, longing for the past. ... And they'll watch the game and it'll be as if they dipped themselves in magic waters. The memories will be so thick they'll have to brush them away from their faces. People will come Ray. The one constant through all the years, Ray, has been baseball. America has rolled by like an army of steamrollers. It has been erased like a blackboard, rebuilt and erased again. But baseball has marked the time. This field, this game: it's a part of our past, Ray. It reminds of us of all that once was good and it could be again. Oh, people will come Ray. People will most definitely come.

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