by James Finn Garner
Winter’s been raw as a campout in Banff.
Your new basement walls are moldy and damp.
Your drapes caught fire from a knocked over lamp—
Relax!
Pitchers and catchers are reporting to camp.
Your check-writing hand’s developed a cramp,
Your bills are all due and you ain’t got a stamp,
Creditors cling to your neck like a clamp—
Smile!
Pitchers and catchers are reporting to camp.
Your yard now faces a new freeway ramp.
Your son’s engaged to a gold-digging tramp.
Your “guitar hero” neighbor’s just bought a new amp—
Life is good!
Pitchers and catchers are reporting to camp.
Reposted 2/22/2010
Life is good indeed. ML camps are abuzz; birds are tuning their songs; crocuses are waking, preparing for their morning stretch; and James Finn Garner’s annual kickoff poem – which never gets old – is posted once again on Bardball. It’s 9 degrees in Nebraska this morning – thanks, Jim, for providing a little warmth and a little hope.