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91075, RE: No such thing as perfect
Posted by Chevaliersg, Tue Jul-03-12 05:06 PM
This post reminds me of something my Dad told me and many, many other baseball fans have echoed: Baseball is an analogy for life.

If so, then consider this: In 1956, Dan Larsen of the New York Yankees pitched the ONLY "perfect" game in World Series history, and the sixth such "perfect" game in MLB history. There have only been 22 (per the MLB stats online) "perfect" games in the history of Major League Baseball.

Everyone has their own perspective on what is "perfect". In the case of Major League Baseball, a "perfect" hitter is one who hits the ball more than 3 out of 10 times and makes it to first base (home runs or extra bases are not considered; it's all about getting to first). So, were he a surgeon, would he brag that he has operated on patients and has a 3 out of ten record on recovery? I think not.

Be it pitching, or hitting, it is recognized that these feats which are termed "perfect" are pretty much phenomenal. They are "one in a million".

I could name many books I consider perfect. Perfection, to me, is when I sit back after having read a book and feel like I was not only entertained but enlightened.

Oddly, most of these instances of satisfaction were with books many term consider low-brow fiction (Doc Savage, The Shadow, anything by E.R. Burroughs).

That is, they were considered low-brow when I was young. Now they are honored for their literary merit (as one critic put it "such as it is...").

Okay, breaking from baseball, take the pulps by example. Lester Dent, the author of most of Doc Savages adventures, cranked out the stories like a factory. He didn't think about "perfect". He had a wife and he wanted to keep her, so he wrote fast, wrote well, and edited once.

This is akin to the baseball anaolgy. You gotta keep pitching; you gotta keep swinging. Perfect will come when you have pitched, swung and cranked out a ton of work.

Me, I'm still pitching and swinging. I edit once. Could that be my problem? Maybe, but until someone invents that remote that stops and/or reverses time, I have to do what I have to do to have product.

Keep pitching. One of those pitches could be the ball that makes it to Cooperstown. One of those hits could make it to the top of the Empire State Building. One of those works could make you financially secure, honored by literary critics or whatever you deem as "perfect".

Play ball!

Keep writing.

Life without honor is life led in vain;

Rem tene; verba sequentur (Grasp the subject; the words will come)