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April 21, 2014

Andrew Silow-Carroll: Passoverkill? Suggestions to make next year's seders even more culturally sensitive

Sara Israelsen Hartley: Seeking the Divine: An ancient connection in a new context

Christine M. Flowers: Priest's execution in Syria should be call to action

Courtnie Erickson: How to help kids accept the poor decisions of others

Lizette Borreli: A Glass Of Milk A Day Keeps Knee Arthritis At Bay

Lizette Borreli: 5 Health Conditions Your Breath Knows Before You Do

The Kosher Gourmet by Betty Rosbottom Coconut Walnut Bars' golden brown morsels are a beautifully balanced delectable delight

April 18, 2014

Rabbi Yonason Goldson: Clarifying one of the greatest philosophical conundrums in theology

Caroline B. Glick: The disappearance of US will

Megan Wallgren: 10 things I've learned from my teenagers

Lizette Borreli: Green Tea Boosts Brain Power, May Help Treat Dementia

John Ericson: Trying hard to be 'positive' but never succeeding? Blame Your Brain

The Kosher Gourmet by Julie Rothman Almondy, flourless torta del re (Italian king's cake), has royal roots, is simple to make, . . . but devour it because it's simply delicious

April 14, 2014

Rabbi Dr Naftali Brawer: Passover frees us from the tyranny of time

Greg Crosby: Passing Over Religion

Eric Schulzke: First degree: How America really recovered from a murder epidemic

Georgia Lee: When love is not enough: Teaching your kids about the realities of adult relationships

Cameron Huddleston: Freebies for Your Lawn and Garden

Gordon Pape: How you can tell if your financial adviser is setting you up for potential ruin

Dana Dovey: Up to 500,000 people die each year from hepatitis C-related liver disease. New Treatment Has Over 90% Success Rate

Justin Caba: Eating Watermelon Can Help Control High Blood Pressure

The Kosher Gourmet by Joshua E. London and Lou Marmon Don't dare pass over these Pesach picks for Manischewitz!

April 11, 2014

Rabbi Hillel Goldberg: Silence is much more than golden

Caroline B. Glick: Forgetting freedom at Passover

Susan Swann: How to value a child for who he is, not just what he does

Cameron Huddleston: 7 Financial Tasks You Should Tackle Right Now

Sandra Block and Lisa Gerstner: How to Profit From Your Passion

Susan Scutti: A Simple Blood Test Might Soon Diagnose Cancer

Chris Weller: Have A Slow Metabolism? Let Science Speed It Up For You

The Kosher Gourmet by Diane Rossen Worthington Whitefish Terrine: A French take on gefilte fish

April 9, 2014

Jonathan Tobin: Why Did Kerry Lie About Israeli Blame?

Samuel G. Freedman: A resolution 70 years later for a father's unsettling legacy of ashes from Dachau

Jessica Ivins: A resolution 70 years later for a father's unsettling legacy of ashes from Dachau

Kim Giles: Asking for help is not weakness

Kathy Kristof and Barbara Hoch Marcus: 7 Great Growth Israeli Stocks

Matthew Mientka: How Beans, Peas, And Chickpeas Cleanse Bad Cholesterol and Lowers Risk of Heart Disease

Sabrina Bachai: 5 At-Home Treatments For Headaches

The Kosher Gourmet by Daniel Neman Have yourself a matzo ball: The secrets bubby never told you and recipes she could have never imagined

April 8, 2014

Lori Nawyn: At Your Wit's End and Back: Finding Peace

Susan B. Garland and Rachel L. Sheedy: Strategies Married Couples Can Use to Boost Benefits

David Muhlbaum: Smart Tax Deductions Non-Itemizers Can Claim

Jill Weisenberger, M.S., R.D.N., C.D.E : Before You Lose Your Mental Edge

Dana Dovey: Coffee Drinkers Rejoice! Your Cup Of Joe Can Prevent Death From Liver Disease

Chris Weller: Electric 'Thinking Cap' Puts Your Brain Power Into High Gear

The Kosher Gourmet by Marlene Parrish A gift of hazelnuts keeps giving --- for a variety of nutty recipes: Entree, side, soup, dessert

April 4, 2014

Rabbi David Gutterman: The Word for Nothing Means Everything

Charles Krauthammer: Kerry's folly, Chapter 3

Amy Peterson: A life of love: How to build lasting relationships with your children

John Ericson: Older Women: Save Your Heart, Prevent Stroke Don't Drink Diet

John Ericson: Why 50 million Americans will still have spring allergies after taking meds

Cameron Huddleston: Best and Worst Buys of April 2014

Stacy Rapacon: Great Mutual Funds for Young Investors

Sarah Boesveld: Teacher keeps promise to mail thousands of former students letters written by their past selves

The Kosher Gourmet by Sharon Thompson Anyone can make a salad, you say. But can they make a great salad? (SECRETS, TESTED TECHNIQUES + 4 RECIPES, INCLUDING DRESSINGS)

April 2, 2014

Paul Greenberg: Death and joy in the spring

Dan Barry: Should South Carolina Jews be forced to maintain this chimney built by Germans serving the Nazis?

Mayra Bitsko: Save me! An alien took over my child's personality

Frank Clayton: Get happy: 20 scientifically proven happiness activities

Susan Scutti: It's Genetic! Obesity and the 'Carb Breakdown' Gene

Lecia Bushak: Why Hand Sanitizer May Actually Harm Your Health

Stacy Rapacon: Great Funds You Can Own for $500 or Less

Cameron Huddleston: 7 Ways to Save on Home Decor

The Kosher Gourmet by Steve Petusevsky Exploring ingredients as edible-stuffed containers (TWO RECIPES + TIPS & TECHINQUES)

Jewish World Review April 14, 2008 / 9 Nissan 5768

Game called on account of tornado

By Paul Greenberg


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http://www.JewishWorldReview.com | Forget the calendar. I'll tell you when spring arrived in these parts: precisely at 7:15 p.m. April 3, 2008, when Fernando Rodriguez threw the first pitch of the Arkansas Travelers' season at Dickey-Stephens Stadium in North Little Rock, Ark. It was a ball.


Let a John Updike write rapturously about that "lyric little bandbox of a ball park" up in Boston called Fenway in one of his star turns ("Hub Fans Bid Kid Adieu") for The New Yorker circa 1960. But this perfect little retro park alongside the Arkansas River has a still new charm of its own.


Still unhallowed by time, unscarred by much history, waiting to grow on us, this little jewel of a Texas League ballpark is like any other one-year-old, absorbing all the love and adulation grateful fans can offer. It has the one thing none of the storied old major-league parks can offer: It's ours.


For as Chesterton once wrote of an otherwise unprepossessing English mill town, we do not love our city because it is lovely, but because it is ours, and therefore we determine to make it lovely.


It's still 20 minutes before game time this lovely spring evening with rain only in the forecast. There is no milling throng at the gate. Maybe the talk of rain kept folks at home.


But the crowd begins to swell and jell after a while, and the sense of anticipation is the same as on every other opening night. It hits you when you get your first, elevated, electrifying glimpse of the green, green field. Is there any other shade of green so young and hopeful as that of a ballpark under the lights opening night?


All over the country, others are having the same opening night high. In a hundred ballparks, major and minor, at home and away, old men dream dreams and young men see visions. Up north in Springdale, Ark., they're not just opening the season but their new stadium, home of the mouth-filling Northwest Arkansas Naturals. I'm so glad the state's poultry capital didn't pick a name like the Fighting Chickens. (Was it Richard Nixon whom an over-enthusiastic admirer once dubbed the Fighting Quaker?)


All thought of politics and other dross drops away like the years, left behind at the office, as a big black man in a blindingly white frock coat steps up to home plate like steel-drivin' John Henry. He is there to sing the national anthem in a voice that needs no amplification. In a magnificent basso profundo, Mr. Isom Kelly rolls out the anthem like an all-encompassing banner waving high over the park in the restive wind.


The ballplayers, caps over hearts, line up patriotically along the first and third base lines in stiff rows. Only the Travs' No. 15 swings and sways a little to the star-spangled music, unable to help himself. It's a tribute to the music of the night, to the return of spring, to The Game.


Once again the ritual is under way. And I hear myself murmuring the Shehecheyanu, the Hebrew blessing said on holidays and festivals: Blessed be the Lord our G-d, King of the Universe, who has preserved us in life, sustained us, and allowed us to reach this season. Thank you, Lord, for letting me make another opening night.


What a voice the frock-coated Mr. Kelly has. It matches his outfit: majestic. They can hear him out on the berm behind the outfield fence where families have spread their picnic blankets, and over in the beer garden along the right-field line where the smokers are quarantined, and high up in the little skyboxes, which still seem like an imperial imposition on this most republican of sports.


Like the Constitution itself, baseball artfully balances liberty and order. On the baseball field, as classically proportioned as Leonardo da Vinci's Vitruvian Man, a base-stealing, wild-pitching, beanball-throwing, umpire-taunting sport meets neat, unassailable, predetermined geometric order.


The game's carefully delineated lines stretch from perfectly pentagonal home plate past the carefully circumscribed diamond of an infield into eternity. Such is the vision: An aristocracy of merit arising out of the rough-and-tumble of equal opportunity. Like it says on the dollar bill, a New Order of the Ages.


After the first sip of cold draft, the first bite of hot dog, the first look up at the Little Rock skyline across the river, and beyond that the dark, dark night sky, the world seems like a mighty fine place. Everything is as it should be. It's spring, the stars and planets move in their celestial order, the universe testifies to the elegant grace of time, and you're at the very center of it.


War, famine, pestilence, death, all that editorial grist, have been left behind. The Game envelops all. Time itself dissolves, for theoretically a tied baseball game could go on forever.


Who won, who lost? The score is Midland (Tex.) Rockhounds 3, Arkansas Travelers 2 when the game is called on account of a tornado in the eighth. (How do you mark that on the scorecard?) One minute you're deep into admiration for a perfect play in a perfect world, the next you're dodging a tornado. That's Arkansas. That's life. All the sweeter for being so fleeting. The moral of the story: Be sure to enjoy the game before it's called.

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