(I wrote most of this while remembering Mom’s 89th birthday, April 30. I’m not sure why I was thinking about baseball then, but I suspect it had something to do with the fact that she watched so many of our Little League games, and I never heard her upset at the times we lost.)
I guess the sport I’ll watch the most is Baseball…
Then, a quiet and tense round of Golf.
Somewhere in the lower mix is Football…American, of course.
Hmmm… I guess that’s about all.
It’s been said no other sport has as much statistical reporting…
As does Baseball, with the pitcher getting enormous attention.
I never had the eye or shoulder for it, but…
I generally felt comfortable when they threw the ball my way.
You’d think I’d be good at the sport.
Not so. So-So. But I was surrounded by friends and chums
Who made it into the Pros…I never saw them play,
Yet, I’m proud of their game and have a baseball card to show.
Later in life, I learned that my eye dominance was my downfall.
Left-eye hitting right-handed never made for a good combination.
I could catch and throw with aplomb,
But my batting was mainly a bomb.
Last night, I thought it was about time to see a game.
I prefer watching the Mariners and the Astros play.
From the Colt .45s to the Astros and now the Mariners,
Any game will be worthwhile, even a minor league.
When my foot heals, and I can enjoy it.
Here’s my gist for the day.
I love to see players swing for the fences.
Even when they play it safe and keep it in the park.
I want to shout, “Home Run! Let’s make it fly!”
Fly away, Fly away, let’s make some noise!
That’s what I want my life to be about…
Taking chances, aiming far, but trusting my training…
One of these days, I hope not soon,
That last time at bat, I want it to be a home run.
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