I didn’t want to see every game I possibly could
because I would try to grasp
how Chicago’s Arrieta might keep the ball away from
Ichiro (in Miami)
who could slap at a pitch and be three steps up the first base line
before he followed through on his swing
and Harper in DC standing, scowling, running, scoring
and Seager in LA
picking up a ground ball
tossing it to second for the force
(or it could be his brother in Seattle
fielding a late throw at third)
if I could see it all I wouldn’t know where to look
so I accepted that the game of choice
(on MLB TV anyway)
starred the White Sox and the Astros
and I thought I could not care any less
but at least I wouldn’t spend all of my time
worrying about what I missed in every other game
and with that thought
(and I mean at that instant)
Springer hit a ground ball to third
and the infielders retired the runners
at 3rd,
at 2nd,
and at 1st
for a triple play.
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