Cornelius: Greetings, Abraham! Have you heard of the new game called baseball?
Abraham: Baseball? No, Cornelius. I am a nomad, I wander the desert with my camels. What manner of sport is this?
Cornelius: It is a game played with a ball and a bat. Two teams compete to see who can score the most runs by hitting the ball and running around the bases.
Abraham: (chuckles) You Romans and your ball games. In my day, we played games with stones, sticks and even our own feet.
Cornelius: (smirks) Well, times have changed, Abraham. Baseball is the new thing. The thrill of a home run, the roar of the crowd…it’s exhilarating!
Abraham: (shakes head) You Centurions and your need for excitement. In the desert, we find joy in simple pleasures. A cool drink of water, a starry night, and a good conversation.
Cornelius: (rolls eyes) Yes, yes, I know. But don’t knock the game until you try it. It’s not just about excitement, it’s about strategy, teamwork, and skill.
Abraham: (raises eyebrow) Strategy? Teamwork? Skill? Sounds like a military campaign, not a game.
Cornelius: (laughs) Ah, you are a jester, Abraham. But I assure you, baseball is more than just hitting a ball. It requires precision, timing, and finesse.
Abraham: (shrugs) I shall take your word for it, Cornelius. But tell me, what do you get from all this running around and hitting the ball?
Cornelius: (puffs chest) A sense of victory, of course! And bragging rights to my fellow Centurions.
Abraham: (smirks) Oh, I see. Well, in my day, the greatest accomplishment was to lead a good life and leave a positive legacy for your family and community.
Cornelius: (chuckles) A noble sentiment, Abraham. But I prefer to leave my mark on the field. To be remembered as a great ballplayer.
Abraham: (raises eyebrows) Truly? Well, I suppose to each his own. But tell me, Cornelius, how much time do you spend playing this game?
Cornelius: (shrugs) Oh, a few hours here and there. Why do you ask?
Abraham: (laughs) In my line of work, a few hours can mean the difference between life and death. My camels don’t stop for a game of ball. We have things to do, places to go.
Cornelius: (grinning) Yes, but can your camels hit a home run, Abraham?
Abraham: (laughs) Touché, Cornelius. Touché.