My favorite part of baseball has to be close games taken into the ninth.
Tensions are high
every swing is a potential game ender
Edge of your seat kinda watch.
That's where I learned to appreciate a good pitch.
A 3 up 3 down.
Patterns.
Tendencies.
Slumps.
The skirt of a slider
the flit of a cut
the dip of a rainbow.
That was for bombero.
I always called him Jack.
Changeup.
Got em looking.
There's no one there to save.
Especially during that
other
half of the year.
Makes me wonder what becomes of stances
deliveries
takes
How quiet is the winter?
Does that silent terror have a name
a face
Or did I just introduce too much bourbon to this particular equation?