Bleacher Conjecture

by Todd Herges

I thought …

why does a baseball
seem to get bigger
as it gets closer

and then it hit me


Published in Fans, Pure doggerel, The Game Itself | Link to this poem | 2 Comments

Bleacher Conjecture: 2 Comments

  1. Hilary Barta wrote,

    It’s clear when you’re blotto from beer
    Things are nearer than they might appear
    So watch where you sit
    When homers are hit
    As I fear you’re not much of a seer.

  2. Michael X. Ferraro wrote,

    nice! you can run, but you can’t horsehide.

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