Parasiliti: No time like this time to consider time

May 27, 2012
  • Bob Parasiliti
Bob Parasiliti

It’s time to take a second to consider time.

Wait a minute. We can spend hours on this subject.

There comes a time in everyone’s life when they start to worry about time.

Time is like air. It’s always around you.

We think about how much of it has passed and wonder how much we have left.

We think about how much of it we have wasted after we spend so much on trying to save it.

We can’t decide to bide our time or kill it.

Does anybody really know what time it is? Does anybody really care?

Time is on your side (yes it is), but there is no time left for you.

Still, I’ve had the time of my life, but that’s only because it’s five o’clock somewhere.

We complain when we have too much time on our hands, but never seem to have enough of it.

That’s because time is like an old dog. It has ticks and flees.

Time flies, but it is of the essence. It is also a measuring stick.

We use some clocks to keep track of time and use others to count it down.

In some sporting events, the less time used, the better you are. In careers, the more you use proves how successful you’ve become.

Time is wisdom, money and heals all wounds.

We have unique groups for time as it piles up — seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, years, decades and centuries — all used as filing cabinets to define history.

That allows some people to live for the moment, others to live in the past and still others to have an eye on the future.

I personally find myself standing at the intersection of the past, present and future. I don’t think I’m the only one there.

Many have been putting time into perspective.

It’s not an age or mortality thing. It’s more of an inventory.

This weekend was the official kickoff of summer, but it also acted as the unofficial end of the school year.

All of the state’s spring sports championships were decided, which are the second-to-last event in the 2011-12 edition of education. All that’s left are graduations.

It’s an odd feeling. Spring has left so much to weigh. It was a season of practices and games; winning and losing; and unfortunately, life and death.

It’s time to place each in the proper filing cabinets.

During this time, it’s hard not to realize that time is routine. As much as it changes, it stays the same.

Life — and time — doesn’t really pass you by. If you wait, it will lap you.

That kind of struck me when I was thinking about the spring sports season.

There were so many people who were actually reoccurring characters in this episode. It was the past meeting the present because it was lined with people I had met in what felt like another lifetime.

It came to mind at a North Hagerstown baseball game.

On one hand, the Hubs were a dominating team that included Andrew Yacyk and Zane Schreiber as key members. The first time I met the pair came during the 2008 Little League tournament season. They were part of the Federal team that made it to the World Series.

They are still winning games.

Then I looked down the bench and saw Matt Daley and Jon Britton. I don’t think they remember me. I first encountered them when I used to meet my former stepdaughter Brianna for lunch at Maugansville Elementary.

They were some of the grubby little hands that shared my chicken nuggets and fries I used to bring. Now we were sharing a baseball dugout and flies.

I thought about Sarah Zielinski, who has become a distance running champion at Boonsboro. It wasn’t so long ago that she was just starting to run seriously, but then it was just to beat her mom Mary during mother-daughter training runs.

I thought about a guy like Sinjin Shoop, a freshman on the Williamsport baseball team, just a year or two removed from catching eyes while playing for Conococheague.

And it doesn’t stop there.

Long before he was a state champion, I met Williamsport baseball coach David Warrenfeltz in 1999 when he was a starting pitcher for Halfway during the Little League state tournament in Arbutus, Md.

T.J. Hood is now guiding Smithsburg’s track teams, but he blipped on my radar as a 112-pound wrestler for the Leopards.

Meanwhile Katy Barnhart is in charge of Smithsburg’s softball team, about 10 years after starring for the Leopards as Katy Powell.

And Smithsburg’s Trey Cobb, South Hagerstown’s Zack Swisher and North Hagerstown’s Drew Crawford are now making headlines as baseball coaches, but had their own strong amateur careers around Y2K.

The thing that brought this all to mind is that time is one of the many things we take for granted.

For every one of these individuals who continue to hover in our lives, there is another one who has been taken away from us.

The group above are filed among those for whom time has enhanced their presence. For others, time ran out before they could be celebrated.

Time, like fame, is fleeting.

Someday, we might really understand that.

It’s probably just a matter of time.

Bob Parasiliti is a staff writer for The Herald-Mail. He can be reached at 301-791-7358 or by email at

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