Tonight the biggest of the big-hitting major leaguers will take turns smashing grapefruit-easy pitches outta here. All will gaze and tally, all too many will scramble and battle for the batters’ leftovers. We’ve seen this before, we’ll see it again.
NOTE: This is where the “excerpt” usually goes, i.e. the quippy bit that entices you to clickety-click. For this one, a poem about baseball, we are confident that any of our words wouldn’t do Dave’s work justice.