COVID At The Bat
Image courtesy of Daniel Mick PhotographyThe players aren’t too happy; they feel they’re getting screwed,
But really, to be honest, when hasn’t that been true?
So off they’ll trudge to training, from New York to Anaheim,
And soon we can all stop watching games from 1999.
At least that’s what we’re hoping, who knows where this is heading?
The virus hasn’t gone away, in fact it’s quickly spreading,
The masks we wear are not a joke, despite what you have heard,
And like so many rookies, we’ve had trouble with the curve.
So, soon here in this fractured land, we may yet hear “play ball!”
A little ray of sunshine to help dismiss the pall,
With so much that divides us maybe baseball is the salve
To bind up those who don’t have much to those of us who have.
Casey cannot save us now; remember, he struck out,
It’s up to us to save the day, of that there is no doubt.
Find a local hangout when the game’s about to start,
Buy your friend a round or two, but sit six feet apart,
Wear your mask like Fauci; the good doctor likes the Nats,
And just be glad there’s someone, finally someone, at the bat.
- John Bonnes, Wookiee of the Year, mikelink45 and 1 other like this