Fresh lumber arrived from the forests of Western New York today, a reminder of how synthetic life has become and how often we must now live “virtually” rather than actually. In the batter’s box, with a lathed tree in my hands, I am living – and not in some virtual sense. Primed for confrontation, armed with a club hewn from the forest, I swing a weapon embodying both the savageness and beauty of nature. Originated by The Craftsman, honed by a woodsman, and wielded by a batsman. It is baseball, and life, as it is meant to be.
– Jayson Hron