Wednesday, March 23, 2011

One that got away

red laces
white leather
blue ink

I work that baseball in my palm every day
and throw it whenever I can find a partner to catch it.
And when no one can play,
I sit in my apartment and throw it in the air to myself.

I watch every game I have time to watch
and play fantasy games to draft all my favorite players
regardless of how they play or what their stats are
because the love of the game is what keeps it going

Everyday I look at that baseball
and I regret not giving the game a chance
the game I've come to love
more than I ever thought possible

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