Yesterday I mentioned an upcoming July trip to Chicago to see the Cubs and the White Sox play. In a couple of weeks, Sue and I will be heading to Wichita to catch the Twins AA Farm Team, the Wichita Wind Surge (and maybe the Kansas City Royals on the way back).

I have been lucky enough over the past couple of years to do a few baseball road trips, and to go to a number Major League, Minor League, and Townball League games and stadiums.

A good baseball roadtrip is very much a pilgrimage. It is a secular form of the Camino de Santiago. At least it has become that for me.

But why do I say secular? For surely it is more than that.

Baseball after all is more than a mere sport. It is church in a way other sports can only aspire to be. It is a live, unscripted passion play. An occasion at once imminent and transcendent. A place where we interact with the Holy and have the capacity to be changed.

Baseball is also, a hell of a good pastime, the perfect place to relax, drink beer, and meditate on a life filled with moments of grace.