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April 26, 2005

Sweet Summer Sorrow

A dusty softball glove
Still holds the victory ball
While mud and beer
Cling to closeted cleats
I rub the mud and can smell
Our summer
The one in which I wore that blue jacket
Before the patch that says state champs was printed
The year we couldn't be beat
Undefeated
It sounds so strong
Were we heroes?
(I guess that's something you rent)
I breathed each pitch
Ate each line drive
Lived for double plays
And at the third out of the last game
Could recite the scorebook
Verbatim
Ten years, two sets of cleats, and one glove later
I am no longer a hero
I have a masters degree in "shaking it off"
I swear they've lengthened the 1st base line
And can recite Consumer Reports
Verbatim.

Posted by BlueWolf on April 26, 2005 10:15 PM