Aged Like Fine Wine At Minute Maid Park

Ambitious once, a baseball pro, For sure I thought I’d be, But games I watch now let me know Old men are just like me. In fact today to Minute Maid I went to cheer the ‘Stros And harshly learned all those who played Held heads grey barely knows. In bleachers near another chap With pecs transformed to flab, Exclaimed in bold “Forget this crap!” “Let’s go to Marble Slab!” How strange, I thought, this guy would leave Before the game began, While still his spouse, if you’ll believe, Remained though left her man. Now curious, I had to ask So then approached his wife, I said, “What gives? Where hides your flask?” “What booze supplied this strife?” She said, “No-no, let me explain” In deeper voice than mine, “We’re not from here, we’re from New York And both steer clear of wine” “What happened was, in our hotel, An accident to moan, Poor Charlie grabbed my Estrogen And I Testosterone.” 9/19/2016 Submitted for Sara Kendrick's Which of the Four Would you Choose Contest