There’s no reason to argue
or to spew

The American League East
is the best

competively
realistically

Boston? New York? Tampa?
Baltimore too?

(And Toronto in the mix as well?)

But to shift gears
and memory/years:

Despite all the hiccups
the HGHs and PEDs

baseball the purity of it
continues to confound/explain

why a summer day or in rain
ball-to-bat glove-and-ball

fascinates us all

With the Washington Nine on the rise,
They’re the National League’s big surprise.
So I’m thinking Cole shoulda thunk twice
Before making the choice to plunk Bryce
‘Cause now the Nats have fire in their eyes.

the ball dis-
appears in-
to the night

lifting our
best hopes
to flight

When growing old
Is mandatory

Growing up
Is optional

the ground ball skips
kicking up dust
and the smell
of wild onions
gathering stains
breaking stitches
before finally spinning
into the comfort
of a glove
just as worn

Jamie Moyer, long of tooth
Nabs a win at 49.
Never pitched to old Babe Ruth
But babysat him one time.

All the bailiffs had better beware
Warning signs of the Rocket’s red glare.
The courtroom could end up like Gaza,
With a gavel fired at Piazza,
And McNamee on his derriere.

Smooth as a dirt road
Is Yankees/Red Sox baseball
Outside of the box

Balance of power
Forgotten in a bar room
Rivalry enthus’d

Fenway favorites?
Arguably Yankee bats
& sometimes pitching

Whatever contour
Green historic rivalry
Yankees/Red Sox works