From my lofty perch of baseball
Perspective, I struggle
‘Gainst persipicacity!
The Big Bus jounces along,
Ferrying egos of all sizes;
Yet I have assized,
On the average, this is true-
The greater the hubris,
The higher the “ERA.”
Lincoln told us,
“You may fool some of the people
Some of the time…,”
So then, What about the rest!
Isn’t it at least a
Moral Crime, to hood-wink
Loyal paying devotees
Of the game, Weekly, Daily
At dear Nats Park;
Knowing you have no dry tinder
With which to light the spark
Of Hitting, and Run-Building!
Alas, is there no one in
This building, Brave enough
(Nay! Speak not of the Braves,)
Bold enough, Yes! that’s it,
Man or woman enough
To manufacture
One, perhaps a second,
DECENT DEEP HIT?
Or even a good leading Run?
That, my friend would be fun.
Listen, we love Ramos, and
Rendon.
“Zim,” welcome home!
Simply,
Guard both your thumbs!
For we’re all thumbs as it is,
Without ye!!
