By Ethan McKnight
“One year soon the baseball gods will shine on the San Diego Padres, and we will have a parade.”
—Peter Seidler
“This is the year,” I say,
as Suarez locks down our seventh straight win,
our best start in franchise history.
This is the year
I’ll finally see the Commissioner’s Trophy
lifted high before a roaring sea of San Diegans,
Machado shouting, “This is for Peter!”
as he’s crowned World Series MVP.
This is the year
we win gold
that isn’t just a marketing gimmick.
And then,
as if on cue,
I wake up.
The parade fades into another 24 scoreless innings,
October slipping through our fingers,
as the devils in Dodger blue
send us home early again.
Ethan McKnight is a poet and college student in San Diego, California.
