the best thing in my head
of baseball and Kansas City
is the Royals playing the
Red Sox and the drunk trying
to get Louie Aparicio
to sign his brand-new baseball:
every time Louie comes loping in
from shortstop at the end
of the half inning there he is
the drunk elbowing his way
from high up in in the grandstand
down into the box seats and all
those turned-around wrinkled
foreheads and goddammits and
uplifted cups of Hamms and
Dr. Pepper with amazing
timing to catch his man
exactly at the screen except
that Louie every time
fields with his eyes that
white routing ball coming
out of the crowd and drops
his look and speeds up just
a little than disappears
into the dugout safe as the
fans cheer and cheer and
cheer for both of their heroes
Hummers, Knucklers, and Slow Curves
Edited Don Johnson
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