The fundamental motivation to see this movie is the regret that could not watch my favorite baseball team competing with others live. It is really the thing that I couldn’t do any efforts to make it happen. There are few things that I have ever regretted. But this one, could be numbered among top 3.
After seeing this movie, I am not really moved by the vicissitude of passing brotherliness, friendships, or inexperienced purity. These are the things that would be definitely changed as time passed by. Hardly being sentimental by such things.
The question I want to ask the director is: Which team is his favorite? Does he still watch the baseball game held by CPBL? Or, “Could” he?
Until now, I just couldn’t accept the punishment comes from the union that suspended the right of the player who were involved, or the penalty of breaking laws sentenced to the player. Neither.
CPBL can never blame the player without taking the responsibility of protecting them well. How could anyone ask the player to against the ruffian with bat, gloves or bare hands? How could anyone blame the player who was threatened by the miscreant with the dangerous situation their family are set in? How could CPBL leave things happened and cut this problem with so coarse way?
The punishment is not only for the players, but for the fans. I have never watched any one contest on my own will since then. The only exception that I have made is watch the baseball game of Elephants held in Tainan with my friends who are fans of that team.
All I can do is to watch them to fuel up their loving players as a bystander. After that, I realized that there is something that could never being replaced.
That’s why I turn to MLB and never thinking of turning the channel back to CPBL.
Perhaps, it could be the issue that the movie try to address, the never coming back devotion with purity. Nothing is something in front of accounts.
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