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Singing and Swinging

Baseball and opera are poles apart, or so it would seem. They occupy separate spheres and separate seasons except briefly, when baseball starts and opera is ending in spring, and the reverse in fall. It was on those rare April and September weekends when their schedules overlapped that I'd find myself going to a ballgame on Friday night and an opera on Saturday. And I started to notice a symmetry between them, as they started to merge like intersecting lines on a graph.

Alice Lowe