What team wants a catcher, once his legs are shot?
After the hundreds of thousands of squats and kneels?
What team wants a catcher, once his legs are shot?
With arches that ache and a toe that’s gone to rot.
With knees undecided whether they’ll bend or not.
Dead weight in the calves, throb in the thighs, the heels.
What team wants a catcher, once his legs are shot?
After the hundreds of thousands of squats and kneels?
THE POETRY OF THE GAME