My Yankees (Labor Day)

by Stephen Jones

Labor Day – fulcrum point for a reason.
Now teams play for a season.

The Yankees (for example) swing to October,
But this may not be a season to remember. . . .

Except for the injuries, drugs, and media . . . this team
Has played the game with a solid dream.

Our posture?  Live in New York and inhale
“Jeterian.”  The ballpark air is not stale,

My Yankees are not in the grave.
I always dream the pinstripe brave

And hope that, somehow, in the tight race
The Yankees get a wild card place.


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  1. Jay Kenny wrote,

    Thanks for this, Steve. One can always hope, I guess. At the very least, even if the Yanks do NOT get one of the Wild Card spots, they can make the late season very interesting.

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