Pat Shingleton: "Cracking Eggs and Cracking the Bat..."
I was engrossed in numerous religious services since last Tuesday and neglected to extend a few columns over the weekend. Permit me to "catch-up" with an item or two. Early Sunday provided a great opportunity for the outdoor egg hunts with a batch of needed rain hitting us in the late afternoon and early evening. Orthodox and Eastern Catholic Churches originated the Easter tradition of coloring hardboiled eggs.This tradition represents eggs that are dyed red to represent the blood of Christ, shed on the Cross and the hard shell of the egg symbolized the sealed Tomb of Christ. The cracking of the hard egg symbolizes Christ's resurrection from the dead. Our Easter egg hunts in Western Pennsylvania were held regardless of the weather. It wasn't unusual to find a colored egg plugged in a pocket of mud. A review of our picture albums and scrapbooks showed my Great-Aunt, Catherine, who shared holidays with us, sitting next to the dining room window with snow drifts outside on Easter Sunday. Those snow drifts held the Easter eggs that we later found after the spring thaw. From cracking the eggs to cracking the bats. The 2015 Major League Baseball Season began Sunday night in Chicago. I visited with an old classmate, over the years, verifying the difficulties of cold weather and baseball. Our ace, Bob Haine, had a great fastball; tossing a no-hitter our senior year with the Riverside Panthers of Ellwood City, PA. Riverside has enjoyed a previous state championships under the guidance of Danny Oliastro, our assistant coach under the late Ed Ellenich. Ed was obsessed with his hometown rivalry Monaca. Our first game began with snow flurries and 30 degrees. Ahead in the sixth inning, Andy Miller dropped a fly, costing two runs. Bob's hands were numb from the sting of the bat and for punching Dave Pelloni in the head, earlier in the week.