Reading This Column Is a Moving Event

Last Sunday morning I read the sports section and cried. They were real tears too, not the kind that come from discovering that the Dodgers had lost yet again and Mike Piazza figured in their defeat.

I cried because of a sports story that wasn’t about sports--but was. It was a story more valuable than any about the Dodgers, Angels, or a golf tournament. I read about Sarah Morris and cried because she taught me something about why I read the sports page at all, something she understands better than anyone. I read about sports because it’s a whole lot easier to understand than real life.

Thank you, Ms. Morris, for letting me into your blue haven. And thank you, Mr. Plaschke, for injecting a little perspective into a Sunday morning.

Mikael Romano Valley Village

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Let me see if I understand this.

Eric Karros can’t bunt but Sarah Morris types with her head. Chan Ho Park won’t pitch if the best hitter on the team catches but Sarah Morris persists in her work despite the cruelest circumstances. Gary Sheffield whines about a $10-million-a-year contract but Sarah Morris accepts her poverty with dignity and a herculean effort to improve her life.

The irony is how Sarah (or anyone) could be inspired by the underachievers and ingrates who make up much of major league baseball.

Thank you, Bill Plaschke, for revealing the true human spirit and to Sarah Morris for being unconquerable.

William Stringfield

Long Beach