by Stephen Jones
Come to the stadium! That’s the cry
by advertisement. And I wonder Why?
After maybe a spent hundred dollars . . .
I’m screwed by determined commercial posture.
I am naive, I do confess. Baseball was for me
something special — a pleasure when reality
got too hard (I learned this as a first-borne child)
. . . but now things have grown too wild:
Baseball’s contract figures recently
have been staggering. So I ask Why
should I pay for something which doesn’t —
as baseball should — provide relief in an instant?
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