Stopping Near the Mound on an April Evening (A Poem)
Apologies to Frost et al.
Stopping Near the Mound on an April Evening
Whose mound this is I think I know.
His glove is in the clubhouse, though.
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his joyful fandom go.
The goundskeeper must think it queer
To see someone without a beer
Behind the rail that guards the field
A baseball evening's ending near.
He gives the mound a thoughtful rake,
The unfurled tarp a mighty shake.
The only other motion seen -
The red/white of their jerseys' wake.
The Bank is lovely, dark, and sleek,
But I have a fantasy lineup to tweak,
And games to watch before I freak,
And games to watch before I freak.
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We should serve wine and cheese.
"Ninety percent of this game is half mental" - Yogi Berra (SI, May 14, 1979)
by bandwagonesque on Apr 21, 2011 1:01 AM EDT up reply actions
It’s good form when leaving tire tracks across someone else’s efforts. Not a Frost fan?
"Ninety percent of this game is half mental" - Yogi Berra (SI, May 14, 1979)
by bandwagonesque on Apr 22, 2011 4:31 PM EDT up reply actions
This was a wonderful addition to the TGP canon. Thank you.
Why look'st thou so?' -"With my crossbow
I shot the Albatross."
by RememberthePhitans on Apr 24, 2011 11:23 AM EDT reply actions

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