On hot days
They wore flannel
Or wool uniforms
Topped off by a wool cap
A man could lose five pounds
of water just standing in the outfield
A catcher, wearing the tools of ignorance,
was a walking crouching sweat box
No team played night games
They all baked in the heat
And humidity
Giving a whole new meaning
To the phrase
“High Heat”
THE POETRY OF THE GAME