April 7, 2025
Thinking of my son and husband as they are at a Mariners game tonight.
Baseball is a sport for the
hopeful
Even when down in score
Some complain it is a bore
Not to those who believe
Anything is possible
In the next-to-last inning
With the bases loaded
And the washed-up player comes to
bat
A famous poem or two
Hums through one’s head
With the faith of the fanatic
The crowd leans forward
Visualizing the ball sailing
Out of sight, taking flight
As our team must win tonight!
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