Wow! Things have been a bit heavy here lately. I need a breather! You? I thought you might. So, for something a little fun and in honor of baseball opening last week, please, enjoy the best poem I’ve ever written.
The MLB and Me
I can’t remember how I learned the rules of baseball
Or why I know Mickey Mantle’s middle name,
But I know that the diamonds I love
Are grass and dirt, and outlined in chalk.
Welcome to the yard.
I don’t remember the first time I saw the game
Or why I decided to keep my eye on the ball,
But I do know that with the MLB and me
There was no fielder’s choice.
Forced out at first.
I can’t remember a time when I didn’t love baseball
Or why it makes me feel alive when I smell freshly cut grass,
But I know that in a room full of twenty men
I can kick the ass of 19 of them in baseball trivia.
Swing and a miss.
I don’t remember the first time I had a giant hotdog at a game
Or why I can accurately define ERA, RBI, BB and K,
But the feeling I had sitting on the third base line at Fenway Park
Rivals that of my first kiss.
A walk off home run.
I can’t remember if I chose baseball
Or if baseball chose me,
But I know when the Cubbies finally win the World Series
My life will be complete.
Back, back…this one’s going deep!
I don’t know how I know not to make the third out at third
Or the first time I heard Jack or Joe Buck call a game,
But I do know game six of the 2011 World Series
Will keep me stepping up to the plate for years to come.
“We will see you tomorrow night.”