I dunno, Chip,
The beauty of it all
Baseball, I mean.
I just watched a shortstop make an unreal play
Like a ballerina
Without the make-up.
I wish they played it
Three-hundred-sixty games a year
I guess I could go to Santo Domingo
To watch winter ball
They play their asses off down there
But maybe the magic would dissipate
And I would have to become a sports writer
To be able to see baseball on boxing day.