The Quest for Fire

Recently, I have undertaken a quest to find wood baseball bats. Yes, a quest. Back in my day (Cane waving feverishly), baseball bats were made of wood. I figured this would be easy, find a nice peace of maple gently turned into a solid baseball bat.

Now the second part of my task is to find used bats. This should be easy with like a hundred bajillion kids playing baseball nowadays. I scour second hand stores, re-used stores, playgrounds and only find three used wooden bats.

The cheapest was $82 at a re-sale store. I decided to ask the owner about finding wooden bats.

I asked him about finding really cheap bats just one step away from being tossed in the garbage.

His reply, "Why would you want a crappy bat like that? I have tons of aluminum bats."

"I practice Tameshawari, the art of breaking things. I will break these bats on my shins and forearms."

"I have one wood bat in stock, $82."

"Yes, I saw that. I am looking for cheap bats, maybe $10 for breaking."

"Nope, I don't see many wood bats anymore, It is all aluminum."

Being ignorant and looking at the cost of $185 aluminum bats I ask, "I think wood would be cheaper."

"True, but no one can swing a wooden bat for an entire game anymore. They like the aluminum at a tenth of the weight. It is all about competion now."

Perplexed face here. Let me back up on human history a tad. We are a bloodthirsty animal. No denying that here, or at Starbucks. At some point, human beings went from warring to gladiator combat. We could still get our bloodthirst fix, but from a safer distance.

Gladiator combat became more dignified sports like football, baseball, basketball and etc. Now, I believe modern athletes are the physical extreme of human beings. They push their bodies for competition.

As a wrestler in school, I was slightly above mediocre. In order to get an edge on my competion, I played football. Football was incredible hard on the body. So to get a head start on football, I would buck, and chop cord wood. Anywhere, for ten cords to 20. This prepared me for football. As a martial artist, I used the same philosophy for training. Want to master a 2lb spear? Train with a 9 lb one. Oh, my aching hands.

I look at the ads on TV for Powerscooter, aluminum canes, lighter, easier to handle. I realize this is all for people playing safe all their lives. I hear about figure skaters getting hip and knee replacements. The quest for competion simply creates throw-away people.

I realize competion demands better equipment, but I feel people have gotten away from the true meaning of training and competion. Today, it is more important to win, than to grow.

I watch the children being coddled and taught to play it safe. I know the parents mean well, but what I see are butterflies that cannot fly.

You will never find heroes among the sidelines. You find them walking away from the carnage.

ps. anyone have cheap wooden bats for sale?