by Sid Yiddish
So the old bat retires,
Giving the ball something new to do, probably find its way into a brand new mitt, to be played with and spit upon and fingered and twisted and thrown, goodness knows how many times,
But the ball loves it and doesn’t have to worry, now that the old bat is retiring and won’t have to keep an eye out for where the ball’s been.
Posted 8/20/08