by Stephen Jones
Critics of baseball always complain:
“Speed it up. The game’s too slow. ”
Look elsewhere, they often chime,
For proof. But to a clock-driven show?
Baseball is not the NFL,
Where starts and stops rush pellmell.
Baseball is not the NHL,
Where fights and goals are the sell.
Baseball is not the NBA,
Where endless timeouts hold the day.
Maybe more common sense could be used,
Maybe more strikes should be called . . .
These are arguments on which fans linger
Long after the day’s game is over.
Baseball, a game of numbers, is in play
In a stadium beyond time’s sway.
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