Baseball Zen is achievable.
Sit on a chair in the outfield concourse of a minor-league ballpark. There’s a plastic cup filled with beer. And there’s a pair of sunglasses sitting on your cheeks. It’s late afternoon, early evening – it doesn’t matter; time can linger during Baseball Zen.
Baseball Zen is lying out on the berm at Bright House Field. It’s standing behind the bullpens with your best friend at Ashburn Alley. It’s your feet up on the empty chair in front of you, a panoramic view of a green-grass field at your lap.
Typically Baseball Zen doesn’t come when your team is competing every day for a playoff spot.