Yankees – Orioles, July 7, 2013

By Stephen Jones

Yankee Stadium – a heat wave is shimmering.
It’s July and baseball.  The air is oppressive –
thick, almost strangled – on the field and off.
But the fans are loyal.  They are as thick as
cotton candy in the sun-bleached stands.

It’s Sunday, Game 3 against the O’s.
Will the surging Yankees sweep?
(Of late, before the break, they’re playing
winning baseball with every-inning effort.)
The game seesawed, the play well-matched.

The 9th inning arrived like clockwork
and expectations rippled through the seats.
The stadium air felt lighter, less stagnant,
as if by an off-shore breeze freshened.
Mariano Rivera had taken the mound.

But like a great wave fan expectation crested
far too soon.  It broke, crumbled.  “The Sandman”
had blown a second save this year.  He watched,
mouth open, as a homer sailed over center field.
The air which had been held suspended fell.
It collapsed in the stadium in disbelief.


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Yankees – Orioles, July 7, 2013: 1 Comment

  1. Jay Kenny wrote,

    The “fans are loyal…thick as cotton candy in the sun-bleached stands.” Nice, vivid image for a game played on a steamy day. That “The Sandman” and fan expectations of a series sweep crumble together has a poignant “Casey at the Bat” ring to it and is a reminder that “Mo on the Mound” is, after all, only human.

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