by Todd Herges
Why is it that the nation’s wide-angle lens
is replaced each Fall with an electron microscope?
The better to focus in on a game – the pastime –
a single pitch!
And how is it that this incredibly narrow-focused lens
can yet cause the scorecard to ignite
even though the days have grown so short,
the nights so cool,
the games so long?
The players step up to the plate,
they step up their games.
It’s all been laid on the line.
And with tens of thousands screaming
within easy earshot,
and tens of millions more watching,
this fact easily near the top
of each player’s mind,
somehow, some way, they
show us heroics.
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