by Fred Lovato
Oh-for-whatever
an existential crisis
Devers at the plate
Phil Whalen, Zen Master, Meets Orlando Cepeda, First Buddhist Elected to the Baseball Hall of Fame
by Mikhail Horowitz
Does a Baby Bull have Buddha nature?
Not even the wind,
fluttering prayer flags
in the abandoned grandstand,
can say.
Peanuts and popcorn
in your begging bowl,
a pinecone nestled snugly
in your glove.
How many times being hit by a pitch
until you gained enlightenment?
379 homers? Or
379 drops of rain
pelting a temple bell?
Photo by the author’s sister.
“Tessie”
by the Dropkick Murphys
Spring Training
by Rickey Henderson
This shit don’t count.
This shit don’t go
on the bubble gum card.
Rickey Henderson
RIP to the greatest lead-off hitter of all time. (12/25/58-12/20/24)
Rickey came on Christmas Day
Rickey born in a cab that day
Rickey lightning on the field
Rickey is the Man of Steal
Rickey wins with all his teams
Rickey says what Rickey means
Rickey never gonna quit
Rickey too legit to quit
Rickey slowing down? Never!
Rickey gonna run forever.
