if there ever was a romantic game, it is baseball.
never felt certain i could belong to everything wonderful that is the game. only that it could belong to me.
oh how i love those days of sticky fingers and toes. sun beating down as i watch for that shortstop to save the day.
or how i miss those days of swinging that tiny bat with one hand.
or the heartbreak. heartache. the perepeteia : a complete reversal of fortune. headed for the series and then in one moment, one pitch. it is lost.
the fate resides on lucky socks. lucky number. lucky cap. or the curse. who says the prayer. ritual handshakes. ritual everything.
your team. your family. your one hope to prove to the world you were right and proclaim: "my team won. they haven't won in years." or to cry: "we had it. it was stolen from out of our hands like the 7th coin." your allegiance.
tonight begins the series of worlds. time to choose.
3 comments:
why, why, did i not get the gift of writing? i will never be able to write like you....maybe in the next life? you're amazing!
erica. you are too sweet. i love you.
seriously amy. you are unreal. i got heartache reading that.
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