Not praying for Texas Rangers’ wins, but thanking God for them anyway.
By Bobby Ross Jr. | The Christian Chronicle
MATANZAS, Cuba — I crouched in anticipation as I stared at the TV.
In a dark room with no air conditioning, I ignored the sweat dripping down my face and focused on the screen.
A weather warning? A breaking news alert? Nope, a different kind of drama captured my attention.
A postseason baseball game.
With a 3-2 count and two outs in the bottom of the ninth, my team’s closer hurled a 98 mph fastball. The batter swung and foul tipped the pitch into the catcher’s mitt.
Strike three!
I pumped my fist in the air as I celebrated.
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In a ballpark 1,000 miles from this Caribbean island, my beloved Texas Rangers had won the first game of the American League Championship Series, defeating the defending World Series champion Houston Astros, 2-0.
I was excited not just to see the Rangers take a 1-0 lead in the best-of-seven series but to get to watch the game at all. When I traveled to this socialist nation in the middle of the Major League Baseball playoffs, I expected extremely limited internet access and no cable TV.
This column appears in the November print edition of The Christian Chronicle.
Faith. Family. Fastballs. 