World Baseball Classic

With the curtain of WBC falling, I feel a little out of place. It's like an exciting dream from which I don't want to wake up. There are still fragments of yesterday's game replaying in my mind. I am deeply touched by the matches of Japan vs. Korea. They deserve every respect. Besides the pulsating games on TV, I also sense there are some invisible offenses and defenses going on in this side of my life, like the strangers sharing the same TV with me at the risk of being caught by their bosses in office hours; or the young man standing quietly by the lane selling delicious sandwiches on a large tray hung on his neck; or the sports-themed resturants, where there must be TV with games on, closed and for rent. They are unforgettable impressions, now I have to put them behind and move on and hit some ball into play.