This poem is from a wonderful anthology called Line Drives, published by the Southern Illinois University Press.
I can honestly say I derive as much joy and entertainment from America's summer game as I do my own nation's summer game of Cricket.
Interchange the words - baseball, cricket; pitcher, bowler; batter, batsman and for me, this poem sums up either game.
The last two lines are beautiful and thought provoking, always making me think of how I live this life of mine.
Batter, Pitcher or Fielder, which one sums up the way you live your life?
I'm a Fielder - no doubt about it....grinning.
IT AIN'T OVER
Baseball is something
like love. There's an elegance
about it -- a fine tension.
Fielders pluck comets
from thin and glorious air.
Pitchers make solid spheres
disappear. And batters smash meteors
But fielders also topple
over fences, sprawl empty-handed
in the dust. Pitchers throw wild.
And batters sometimes tilt
Yet they lean in -- watch -- wait.
They risk looking foolish
in order to be brilliant.