When striking out regularly
in Little League ball,
I repaired to my room
and entered the realm
of my fantasy baseball league.
Before computers, all I needed was
a pair of dice, spiral notebooks,
and my imagination to call to life
the United Baseball Association.
There were eight teams, two divisions
located in real cities across the land,
even a world series at season’s end.
If I couldn’t be a ballplayer
I could sound like one doing
my own play-by-play broadcasts.
Those games played in the UBA
created the bridge from my childhood
to the playing fields of adolescence.
Somewhere in my closet
the old notebooks gather dust.