The following poem was inspired by the World Series but its not necessarily about the World Series.
It’s fall with the boys of summer
Time for the best to square off
The intensity is felt by
Every player and fan
Every play grinding
Every pitch grinding
The way it’s been since the beginning, your
Team and mine in crisp October air
Every play grinding
Every pitch grinding
To be young again
And to be great enough to play
A batter, a pitcher, a fielder what I would give
To be there
To feel the intensity
But alas I am old and I am mortal
Grinding
Grinding
I measure my dreams every tenth month though I come up short
I can only imagine the intensity as I watch; I have my dreams
Go boys of summer settle the score for another October
For I can only watch but I have my dreams
We can revel in watching and grinding with every pitch
We can revel in the champions play for it’s your game but my October