THE GAME OF BASEBALL It begins, of course, in the Spring. The evenings grow lighter The air sweeter and all the world is filled With sweet optimism. It continues through the long hot summer Humid evenings and long hot afternoons. It is a marathon not a sprint. Only one team each year wins that last game It leaves us in the Fall as Winter’s first foul Imprecations chill us to the marrow. Days darken and the sun seems absent. It is both a faith and a fixation. Even in winter’s depths It speaks to us of spring and the hope of redemption. -John F. McCullagh
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