In Dodger blue, my heroes played
as villains of the diamond made
sweet battles of each nasty pitch,
regardless of each player's niche,
despite the organ's serenade.
The minutes dragged before each trade
that brought new blood to our crusade,
they always loved to make the switch
to Dodger blue.
All those extra innings fade
as wins continued to parade.
The arching curves from baseball's stitch
revealed a batter's glaring hitch.
For all these years I've cheered and stayed
in Dodger blue.
Jack has published over 350 poems in his career, many with his own photography. He specializes in a view of the commonplace and Americana.