Today I hit it way out of the park
One of those few lucky swings, I guess
The ones that come every few years
To make up for the misses and grounders
There was a time when I thought
I could always hit them that far
But life and age interfered
Now I can’t even see them
Coming at me anymore
You know you are out of the game
When the bat doubles as a walking stick
Or a home run around all the plates
Takes forever and feels like a marathon
What remains is the memories
The smells of the dugout
The noises of the crowd
Nobody can take that away from you
No matter how often you miss
- Author: Alfred Peyer (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: April 20th, 2020 21:58
- Category: Unclassified
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Comments5
I laughed out loud with "you know you are out of the game when the bat doubles as a walking stick" ... oh so true but mentally you are still on the ball... but that's life... life teaches us.
I never entered the dug out but there are a good few smells and noises will goto the grave with me too.
Glad you hit a good one today. Stay safe and well sir.
Thanks so much da, glad I could make you laugh. Remember, the trick to not ageing is not to look into the mirror!
Being in the UK I have never played baseball but I have played many other sports but the one 'hit' that comes to mind is when I used to play cricket. It was the last over over of the match and we needed eight to win, I hit a four then with two balls to go I hit the ball so hard that it went over the pavillion for six, we won the match and as far as I know that ball is still circling the earth.
We can remember those good times as if it were yesterday Fred.
Andy
Thanks Andy,
being from Switzerland I grew up with soccer and never played baseball either! Used it more as a metaphor.
I did see something in the sky crossing over Hawaii. Thought it was a UFO, must have been your ball!
Howzat!! Bit of French there from me?! lol. Good write Fred.
Thanks Orchie! The one thing people will remember from you, beside being the number one psalm poem writer in the world, is your singing!
Thanks Fred. Oohh, it's King David and the other Psalmists of old, that I base some of my hymn-poems on.
Nothing but us can touch our memories! Great stuff my friend
Thanks so much PD, hang on to these precious memories as long as you have them!
“When the bat doubles as a walking stick” I so identify, made me smile.
Thank you for reading, am glad I could put a smile on your face during these hard times.
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