I went to a lecture by Ken Burns yesterday at the .406 club. I probably shouldn't mention that I am only an occasional sports watcher, and yet, I have seen the World Series Championship trophy in person twice. The first time during the victory parade and then again last night. It was surreal.
The lights of the park were blinding and you could see that the field was completely stripped of grass for work on a new drainage project. Groundskeepers were working all the while Ken Burns spoke. He spoke of baseball and jazz and America. He is one of the best speakers I have ever witnessed. He had that audience in the palm of his hand (although I embarrassed my companion with my harrumphing and disagreeing and head shaking. Don't go to a lecture with me if you don't want to sit next to someone who, shall we say, participates. He blamed television for the fact that most American high school kids don't know we fought the Germans in World War II. I thought it was a weird thing to say. I'd say it has more to do with the way history is taught. My high school classes just seemed like a list of names and dates. Yawn).
Such a strange image: a suited man talking and lecturing with a lit ballpark behind him and all the time men working on the field, completely oblivious to the words being spilled above.