tbg@apollo.uucp (Tom Gross) (11/03/86)
>And sad, too, for all baseball fans, because when the parade is over the >players and managers are going home, the announcers will collapse with a >sigh into their easy chairs and (as Tom Cheek said last night) put on the >bunny slippers; tarpaulins and then snowflakes will cover the fields; and >winter descends on baseball, as death descends on life. > >There will be spring -- there will be flowers, Easter, and batting practice >-- but right now only faith sustains us. Beautiful words, Chris. I'm glad to see someone out there understands what it's all about, besides me. A friend of mine, who was a Mets fan at the time and then later a Red Sox fan, wrote the following Haiku: November Ballpark The sound of vendors churns the air Old Carl Yazstremski The image of an old Yaz had a peculiar poignancy in the spring of '71, when these lines were penned, but I think the words speak of a certain Schadenfreude, even today. At any rate, the poem does take risks. Let's bring the Braves back to Boston in '88! Tom Gross Apollo Computer, Inc. Chelmsford, MA