Christopher Creek may not be ready for this, but these are desperate times. For many years, this column has been devoted to the folks in this tiny hamlet and the area surrounding it. The focus has been on activities, social gatherings, parades, a bit of history, and the occasional nod to the business ventures in the area.

As of late, there have been no activities, no social gatherings, and no parades. Businesses are struggling. There may never be a better time to take bold action. I am adding to my identity pronouns.

For background, from the beginning, all that has been written here has been in the third person using the pronouns we/us. It is high time to acknowledge the heroic efforts of my editor, Teresa McQuerrey. From day one, she would cringe over my sentence structure, syntax, dangling whatever’s, numerous punctuation errors, and solecisms. Early on, she caught on to the third person thing after editing in a pronoun or two. Sometime along the way, she must have thrown in the towel on structure and decided to just let it rip. She concentrated on punctuation. I just want to thank Teresa for all she has done for me. Adding I/we to my identity pronouns is not my attempt to be waked. (That’s a word I can’t stand.) This does not mean I have changed any of my preferences. You will not find me dressed garishly and reading to first graders down at the library. Should anyone in this audience find this identity pronoun parody offensive, just back off. And don’t call me Boomer.

Maybe I am a bit edgy. There has not been a Friday evening cocktail party in ages. I am lucky if I see 10 people in a week. We are now nearly a month into this rude imposition in our lives and we are collectively looking for that flicker from that candle in the deep hole in the side of the mountain.

Baseball. I am a baseball fan. Unapologetically. Having baseball taken away from us may be a big part of the reason I am cranky.

Then at 3 p.m. on Monday came a glimmer. Major League Baseball announced the possibility of beginning the season in Arizona. They are toying with the idea of playing games without fans in the 20 baseball venues and Chase Field. All locations are within 40 miles from the others. The games would all be televised. Chase Field may host triple-headers with six teams participating. The whole idea makes a lot of sense. Only two-tenths of one percent of Arizona citizens have been infected. Many have speculated that the 100-degree temperatures in the Valley may significantly curtail the spread of the virus.

Item one — Resumption of some resemblance of normalcy must begin gradually, but soon. Baseball was a balm for the soul of the nation following the attack on our nation in 2001. Arizona was part of that. Recently watching replays of game seven brought back that feeling. White pom-poms. Trumpeter Jerry McGuire playing the national anthem. The New York City mayor in the stands. And, fittingly, there was the game seven finish for the ages.

Item two — 30 teams, each with a minimum of 25 players and an entourage of perhaps that many coaches and staff would total 1,500 individuals. Add to that number all the radio and TV broadcasters, engineers and camera personnel — all would require lodging. There are plenty of empty hotels in the Valley.

Food service would be necessary, as well as transportation services and other support such as the equipment to cool the dugouts. Employment would start a comeback.

Item three — Given that everyone involved would necessarily be isolated from family and fans, the hardship endured may be overshadowed by the feeling that baseball will rekindle the psyche of the nation. Then it is possible that before the end of summer, all the teams would be able to return to their hometowns.

Item four — Win-win. Let’s just hope it happens.

Back here in the Creek, the highlight of my week was fishing. Dean and Genny’s grandson was here for the weekend. Austin is 15 and Fishing 101 was deemed a critical part of his education. We fished the creek pretty hard, but in the end, we were fishing, not catching.

Happy birthday to LR who was 96 on Tuesday.

Solecism is an ungrammatical combination of words in a sentence. For those of you that are home schooling, give yourself one credit for vocabulary and another credit for grammar.

I have used the word I about 15 times and it just doesn’t feel right. I am already considering changing my pronouns again. Perhaps he/him. Let’s try that. He is not really that cranky. Ah, forget about it. Thank you again, Teresa ... and that’s another week in the Creek.

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