With nondescript sneakers
And god awful sunglasses
To match their desire
To catch
Some fly
Mouths open
Waiting for the chance
To show their friend
"See, I'M special"
"I'M the catcher"
Bathed in beer
And pickled by way of:
Salt, mustard, flour
And more beer
The connection to all stadium athletes
That ever dove onto the grass
Will be reignited
Today
For it is spring
And the season begins with frolic
THIS is why we save our sick days
THIS is what we give as gifts
THIS is where we go when we lie
Our ultimate transgression
Then on the platform
Waiting for the train
Self conscious, maybe
A little bit embarrassed, maybe
Exposed
But, united enough with a sparse few
Visibly supportive by their choice of color
And discreet or indiscreet emblem placement
There is pride
However
Please get out of my way
Yes, yes, I know you might be on the JumboTron today
Or even, perhaps, the eleven o'clock news
But for now
You are waiting for the train
With the rest of us
And the boys club is still a while away
--
4.16.09
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