The Game Plays On
I hear you, Willie; I see you, Henry—
They never measured your launch
Angle, exit velocity—
Just watched the magic happen.
Even then, the schools rolled carts
With TVs into classrooms.
The PE teacher taught us
To keep score as Bob Gibson
Shoveled the curse on the Sox,
First baseman with a worried
Look nervously tapped home plate.
Daddy said Babe Ruth went to
Heaven, but something wasn’t
Right about old Tyrus Cobb.
Nineteenth World Series
That Daddy’s missed, he saw one
Major League baseball game,
Fulton County, Atlanta--
Was enough for Mom and him.
Henry hit a home run and
Chief Knockahoma war danced
Outside his left field teepee.
The game plays on till I don’t
Know the players anymore.
Pete Rose is dead and they bet
On all conceivable results.
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