by Thomas Davenport
Three cheers for nine players in orange and black
Our national pastime they play by the Bay
Cross infield and outfield, base lines, warning track
They always amaze us with their sterling play
Their game they pursue in an unfriendly clime
The town of St. Francis is known for its gales
While fields ‘cross the land enjoy warming springtime
We’re at the low end of the temperature scale
They won the World Series in three even years
In radiant glory the faithful did bask
In odd years we have fewer reasons to cheer
Is two in a row really too much to ask?
But know that we fans are all glove-leather tough
What you call a hurricane, we call a breeze
There’s not one among us you’d term a cream puff
We’ve grown used to baseball in forty degrees
And this never stops us from rooting the players on
We simply make sure that we have enough layers on.
Thomas O. Davenport is an author living in Pasadena, California. He writes short fiction and light poetry on topics that amuse, bemuse and confuse him. He doesn’t expect to run out of subject matter any time soon. In spite of his move south from San Francisco in 2020, he continues to root for the Giants. He doesn’t miss the weather at the ballpark, however. Tom’s collection of comic verse, Get the Hell to Work, was published by Kelsay Books in 2020.Â