Baseball Is the Game
BASEBALL IS THE GAME
A game embedded in the soul of America.
Baseball spans generations.
Father to son, father to son and so on.
It is a mirror of our culture and history.
Icons like Ruth, Gehrig, Robinson, Mays and Schwarber
Teams like the mighty Yankees, Phightin Phils and Cubbies.
Baseball is a passionately regional sport.
Each stadium reflecting a team and regions personality.
Each pitch is a drama within itself.
The pitcher eyes the catcher for the sign.
The batter, bat cocked, waits transfixed.
Tension fills the air-outcome unknown.
Fielders move in all directions at the crack of the bat.
A wave of anticipation ripples through the crowd.
A number of possibilities can happen next.
Double, single, home run, great catch-which will it be.
Inning after inning-mostly nine but sometimes more.
No time limits-great in a life filled with them.
Shorts and shirt sleeves-no winter jackets needed.
Languid summer days spent at the game.
Thrilling tension and nail biting action,
interspersed with calm routine.
Organized chaos and local flavor,
Copyright © Oliver Mckeithan | Year Posted 2017
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