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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