of my childhood summers. I heard names like Al Kaline,
Eddie Robinson, and Harvey Kuen. My brothers had cards
and talked baseball day and night. They compared hitting, fielding,
and batting stats as easily as they recited their ABC’s. My information
came by osmosis. The sounds and feels of the game stayed long after
I left my childhood.
Today I turn the TV on and tune to the game. I put on my jerseynavy blue and white, then I mop the floors, or write a new poem.
I like the feel of a sunny spring day and the sounds of baseball
my background music. I still hang on the periphery of the sport.
Hear the commentators, statistics, and the solid hit of bat on ball.
Today the Tampa Bay Rays is my team. Go Longoria and Pena!