by Stephen Jones
Latest proposal:
76-game season
And prorated pay
*****
You know what:
No one’s meeting halfway.
Latest proposal:
76-game season
And prorated pay
*****
You know what:
No one’s meeting halfway.
Players, owners — neither side talking.
Each entrenched in a far-away dugout
Of their own making, where “negotiation”
Is all about stubborn posture, about
“I’m not listening”, and is a joke
More like gum on the bottom of my shoe.
It’s 1967,
A spring day
Mickey Mantle steps up
And hits it deep
It’s a home run,
Number 500
I came to an open clearing,
In a Lone Star land known as
Home to the Houston Astros.
Here, the Tree of Stealing,
Its limbs covered with the signs
Of other teams, did grow.
This World Series is done,
And how was it won?
As Willie Nelson had sung —
“On the Road Again.”