Destiny’s Demise

In The Big Inning

In The Big Inning


In the beginning, as opposed to the “big inning”, God created the sun and the moon and the stars – and then He picked earth in Round Four – in the first material draft in the universe. God never argued His version of the creation with the early evolutionary theorists. As the  omnipresent, omniscient intelligent Creator of Everything, He simply deferred all arguments and questions with the same one-sentence explanation: “However you see it, that is how I did it.” Once in a while, God would throw in a second thought, just to interject a little mystery into the discussion about the genuine meaning of His words.: “If you enjoyed the first “Big Bang” – God would sometimes say – “check back in the future year of 1920 and watch what happens when the Red Sox trade Babe Ruth to the Yankees.” It stumped ’em every time, but there were a few short-lived religious sects that spawned a belief that centered on the idea that Babe Ruth was the Messiah who would come to redeem the world from all the sins that people would have a chance to generate between the beginning of time nd the year 1920. These efforts always failed due to the inability of all to discern the answers to the mystery of that human-made trinity of three questions that spawned but never hatched as answers in the human mind: (1) Who were the Red Sox? (2) Who were the Yankees? And (3) What’s 1920 got to do with start of anything?

Then came the booming sound of that big Master of Ceremonies in the Sky: “In the final round of the first Material Draft”, God of the Universe, selects – Adam Man of Mudville to be the first and only inhabitant of the Worldly Paradise He calls Eden.

What a deal! – Man enjoys almost the full range of pleasure that Eden offers. On a steady diet of what the world shall one day come to know as Mexican and Italian foods, nachos and pizzas, chicken and dumplings and cherry pie with ice cream on top, and that forever wonderful comfort food known as “mac and cheese”, Adam finds that the more he eats of them all, the more his body develops consequentially into a finely chiselled display of abs and muscular attraction for every heterosexual woman on earth. The problem for Adam, of course, is the fact that there were no women at all on this planet at the start. And, in his early time,  Adam doesn’t even know what a woman is – nor does he have any idea about  how she may be able to help him pleasure and comfort away the loneliness he feels in every bone in his physically perfect body. He just wants relief – and he is tired of searching for it alone.

(The following five paragraphs are based upon a punchline joke I heard years ago in one of those old anonymous get-around stories. Wish I knew their name, I’d give them credit for that cruncher-line-to-come. Since I don’t have it, I’l simply do my best to weave the line into the story I’m telling here in my own way.)

“God,” Adam asks the Lord one day, “can you possibly send me a friend? Someone whose a little different from me – and even built a little differently? And – can this “person” be someone who takes care of my every wish, my every request, and my every order – without grumbling or feeling resentment toward me in any way? And can this friend be someone who lives to love and serve me daily – and be someone who tries constantly to make sure that I am loved and spared even a second of unnecessary loneliness? – Could you do that for me, God? – Could you, please?”

God stared at Adam for a moment that felt to his entreating creature as an eternity of silence. Then He finally spoke:

“I can do that for you, Adam,” God said, “but it’s going to cost you an arm and a leg.”

Now it was Adam’s turn to hold his breath and collect his thoughts. He had not considered the possibility of a stiff price. And that’s perfectly understandable. After all, Adam Man was not merely the first human. He was also the first entitlement baby. In the spite of that obstacle, Adam finally spoke his mind, setting in motion the world’s first amateur draft negotiation:

“in that case,” Adam asked, “…. what can I get for a rib?”

And so the first woman was created by God and named Eve, clearing the way for the first Ladies Day game celebrations that followed the eventual invention of baseball. It also marked the first time in history that the big Man from Mudville went down swinging for the fences with his own selfish search for personal joy. The search for joy together as a couple goes on through today. If you are into blame, blame Adam and Eve. They didn’t solve it for all the generations of us that since have followed. As their descendants, they left so much work for the rest of us.


golden wheat close up against idylic blue sky

About thirty-one years ago, I wrote a poem about relationships that came down to these understandings from both my own life and work with others in my day job. It embodies what amounts to the major derailment for most of us until we figure it out. We project what we want to see in potential partners of attraction, but nobody is totally that person we think they are – and neither are we the total person they project us to be. And nobody is the rest of what we feel is missing in us. Once we figure out that love is not about sating our own appetite for love and wholeness through another’s response to our wishes, and only then, are we free to find together what we could not reach alone. I called it Destiny’s Demise – and it goes like this:

Destiny’s Demise

By Bill McCurdy 1985 (C) 

you were not the rest of me,

and i was not your destiny,

but coming on like destiny,

desperate for the rest of me,

almost got the best of me and you.


Bill McCurdy

Publisher, Editor, Writer

The Pecan Park Eagle

Houston, Texas




5 Responses to “Destiny’s Demise”

  1. strider49 Says:

    Much better than Fr. Wilson told the story.

  2. Larry Dierker Says:

    The Babe took on everyone’s sins, processed them, and gave them back as blessings.

    The Red Sox were Nannette’s step-children
    The Yankees were Grant’s successors
    1920 was Ruben Berman’s gift to baseball fans

    • Bill McCurdy Says:

      Ah yes, Ruben Berman. It just took him until May 16, 1921 to act upon something we may be sure he felt strong enough about since 1920, at least, if not earlier. The exact date isn’t important. Your assertion about the general time frame of “1920” definitely is.

      Because of Ruben Berman, fans today are able to take for granted their right to keep any foul ball – or any flying broken bat that does not first impale them – as souvenirs of the game – if any such game involved objects are propelled into the stands.

      Makes me wonder too. – If a fielder’s glove flies into the stands as he pursues a ball that is falling foul there, does the fan that gains possession of it out of the playing field also get to keep it too? Or is the private player ownership of – and right to demand the glove’s return – still in effect, even if its accidentally lost into the stands as honestly as a ball or bat may fly there?

      Let us know – if you know.

      As for your “baseball trinity” answers, you get an A+ for wisdom and wit.

  3. strider49 Says:

    And furthermore . . . your poem is still revolving in my mind, gaining deeper meaning with each trip.

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