“There’s a Long Drive…”
“There’s a long drive deep to left. Back…Back…Back. Look out on Lansdowne Street. Gone!”
The other day I could do nuthin right. I shoulda stood in bed. Yet, the urge. The Jones. The need for action. I’d walk over hot coals and shards of glass, barefooted.
Anyway, I’m hittin’ pop-ups. Foul tips. Can o’ corn fly-balls. Swing-and-misses. Oh, a couple seeing-eye singles and a ground-rule double. Yet, by and large, I’m sliding down the slippery slope. I’m taking “the collar”.
Last chance. Last at-bat. Just “a fin” left. A picture of “Honest Abe”. Last of the 9th.
In the words of an old Boston friend: “All it takes is one.”
I condition my 10-cent superfecta. I dig in. I feel like “Teddy Ballgame”. I’m definitely goin’ for “the downs”.
The pitch. “There’s a long drive deep to left. Back…Back…Back. Heads up in the “Monstah Seats”! Look out of Lansdowne Street. Gone!” The ball travelled three-hundred and thirty “yards”. Actually, feet (“bones”).
That’s what keeps me coming back. That feeling. It’s indescribable.
A Happy, Healthy and Prosperous New Year. May we all hit several “round-trippers.”
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Walt (Teach)
"Walt, make a 'mental bet' and lose your mind." R.N.S.
"The important thing is what I think of myself."
"David and Lisa" (1962)
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