THOUGHTS WHILE THROWING SNOWBALLS AGAINST AN OAK TREE AFTER A FEBRUARY SNOWSTORM

I splattered that snowball against
the tree from sixty feet, six inches
eight out of ten times

I coulda been a hurler on any team
coulda been as Brando said, a contender
how come I couldn’t do it with a

Seamed white horsehide ball
or as coach said, “If your batting
average and ERA were reversed…”