Category: The Game Itself

by Monica Birrenkott

It may be 2020,
but it feels like 1925.
Baseball is back
on the airwaves at night.

Nostalgia might get us through
if those radios pipe in
the Uecker’s, the Caray’s,
and the after-game jazzy blues.

Lay in the grass,
Throw the ball in the sky,
Listen to the play-by-play,
and hope this game won’t ever die.

(Editor Error! First submitted July 21, 2020. Apologies to the writer.)