I hereby take John Watts' and Sam Kauffman's challenge to write a poem for Opening Day of the Baseball Season. Batter up! ...
The crack of the bat but no crackerjacks The game we held dear without a beer or a cheer The ball sails into the stands where it's empty of fans Radios pick up the players talk and their cleats as they walk The 'boys in the booth' may not be long in the tooth Yet once-exciting plays just don't thrill or amaze "The runner slides into home!" -- where we watch all alone Sigh... The 'old ball game' ~ is just not the same
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