As baseball is sleeping, the winter scenes cast,
withdrawal begins to unravel the fan-
too long 'til Spring Training, yet trades are long past,
and free agent signings are nil in this span.
With basketball scores now the dominant news,
and hockey announcers rejoicing odd goals,
the true fan of baseball, enduring the blues,
are ho-humming sportscasts, adrift with their souls.
Just two months to get through, if weather permits,
and sounds of the diamond will echo anew,
Vin Scully describing the battles of wits
between the home dugouts and visiting crews.
We live for the spring, when we somehow survived,
to sit in the bleachers-- the season's arrived!
Jack has published over 350 poems in his career, many with his own photography. He specializes in a view of the commonplace and Americana.