Every Cloud Has a Souvenir Lining

(Or, “This One Really Sticks in Your Crawford Box”)

We have awesome seats, and I brought my glove.
The Houston Astros are the team I love.

Down one in the sixth, a high Red Sox fly
keeps coming toward us. Oh heck! No!!! Why?!

My dad and the crowd all scream, “Throw it back!”
(I mean, anywhere else, it’s just warning track).

So I squeeze the ball, and fight back a tear…
But no way! I’m keeping this souvenir!