Daniel replies:
Thank you.
Daniel, If you wish, you have my personal permission to read this or have it read to your audience.
I wrote this poem in 1990.
Yours truly, Dave Sinclair
“220 Breaker Close Call”
playing beneath the lights is fun you know
you grab a bat and swing at a throw
and if your luck is in that hard clout
you won’t hear the umpire shouting you’re out
the crowd will stand and cheer you on
as you’re rounding the bases and heading for home
and all of a sudden your sneaker comes loose
your stride has been broken you feel like a goose
oh now you remember what your mother said
don’t use so much lace there’ll be trouble ahead
you know you should listen to your mother’s whine
cause your sneaker was flapping down that third base line
but good things can happen in odd ways we know
for the lace it had wrapped itself round the big toe
and as you were tagged with the ball at home plate
the sneaker came forth not a second to late
the sneaker dislodged that ball from his grip
as it swung from the ankle out round by the hip
the ump stood there staring an expressionless wreck
for the lacing had twisted three times round his neck
the crowd was shouting he’s safe don’t you know
as the umpire was gagging for fresh breath to go
his eyes were popping he was short of fresh breath
and who cares about baseball when choking to death
you took hold of that sneaker and gave it a throw
untangled his breathing and ended the show
two outs in the ninth and the score had been tied
when you hit that ball hard and gave it a ride
the game it was ended for reasons belate
as the umpire babbled his call from home plate
the play was memorious it made headline news
cause the lights shining over thus blew out their fuse !
Thank you.