Once again, I get to rest and dream.
the winners have been crowned
(and they’re not mine, again)
and now comes the season for
the potential potent winners
(and whiners and complainers).
It is called off-season but that is
not so accurate. It is a season all
its own, with winners and losers,
fantasies and streaks, goals and
aspirations. It is a time for new
marriages and redirected pennant
hopes. Yes, the season that just
ended was disappointing for most,
but now here come the visions of
renewal, of rebuilding, of dreams
that might become reality. Newly
added players, renewed options,
a tweak of change in coaches,
new and hopeful managers . . .
Happy New Year! To all . . . as
anticipation builds toward time
for annual renewals. With apologies
to Ray Kinsella, I now say, “If you
build a better team during the
construction season, the fans
will surely show up, with visions
of hope and pre-confidence. They
will take their seats and smile and
cheer, full of wishful confidence
that their team will turn out to be
The Winners of the season called
Off-season.”
THE POETRY OF THE GAME