POETRY Why I love baseball by Jack Winnay ’22
Photo by Jalen Walker
There is no game like the one I love, You get punched in the face, Chewed up, Spit out, Each and every day. You fail, fail, fail, and fail again, but that one moment of success; It makes all the injuries worth it. It makes all the practice worth it. It makes all the failure worth it. That one moment: There's nothing like it. When that tiny white ball, hits that skinny wood bat, Sending a rippling sensation through every vein in your body, All you want is to relive that moment. But you can’t. You can’t just relive that moment, because hitting that tiny white ball with that skinny wood bat is hard. Hard like putting down the scratch off after you’ve lost 20 bucks. Hard like putting down the syringe after years of addiction. But just like them, I crave that high, So I pick up the bat each and every day, And swing for the fences.
