Pitchers and Catchers
It’s the 21st day and there’s snow on the ground
It covers home plate and it’s piled on the mound.
It’s dumped in the infield; it’s heaped on the seats.
The ballpark is silent, not even a tweet.
But sooner than later we’ll all hear the sound
Of ball hitting glove as it gets tossed around.
Pitchers and Catchers are soon to report
A sign Spring is coming much sooner than thought.
The camps are all opening early this year
In just weeks I'll be watching from up in the Tier
My Yanks will be better than Shakespeare I hear
As Pettite plays Hamlet and Posada King Lear.
poem by John F. McCullagh
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