OK, Casey, I feel your pain.
You struck out, boo-hoo,
but let’s get real, shall we? –
Yeah, yeah, two men on, I get it –
but how can you possibly compare
your futile swing, temporarily
disappointing Mudville fans
to the bone-crushing defeat
suffered by 44,000 fans in the stands,
not to mention millions
watching disaster played out on TV?
What? No mention of wild card,
league championship, or World Series?
You, my friend, will live to bat another day,
while Mets fans must once more agonize
over the loss for the entire winter.
You weep for a day, slugger,
while the faithful here in the tri-state area
must cry into their beers until next year,
fantasizing about what could have been.
THE POETRY OF THE GAME