Field of Dreams (and a Faceful of Turf)

Watched one of my favorite films yesterday, Field of Dreams, and then I actually played a little baseball today. Ended up with a faceful of grass — and, I am quite certain, some major aches and pains tomorrow! — whilst playing a game of hotbox with the boys; thought I might even end up with a shiner and/or broken glasses and/or missing teeth and/or fractured ribs, but: I am, apparently, OK. And intact.

Back to Field of Dreams: This one ranks in my Top 7, and usually, as I am watching it, each time, I tell myself, This could be my all-time favorite film. Because there are parts of it that really just reach inside of me and grab ahold of my heart.

I have said, for a long time now, that in my next life, I will be a Major League Baseball player. This weekend I realized that I might not make the majors in my next life, but I will be a ballplayer, a very good ballplayer ... but if I do not make it to the professional level, that will be OK, too.

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Caught another movie this a.m. on HBO, and I really did not want to be up that early, but I found myself unable to turn away from it: Warm Springs, a film about Franklin D. Roosevelt, not long after he had been stricken with polio, and how he rehabilitated his mind (if not his body) in the warm springs of Georgia. A surprisingly inspirational story, especially for anyone who has been affected by or knows anyone who has suffered from polio — which I do.

And I need to do a little research on FDR, also, because apparently he was a remarkable man and president.

This evening, before the season finale of The L Word, I happened upon another of my all-time faves, Witness — which I believe has one of THE most intense first few minutes of any movie I have ever seen; in fact, I would have to say the entire first 45 minutes and the final half hour or so are among the most dramatic ever.

Oh no: Backward Seinfeld is on! Gotta go!

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