A few blogs back, Contributing Editor, Ron Carmean, wrote a heart-felt sonnet lamenting his abandonment while waiting for the baseball season to begin again. So inspiring was his poetic diatribe–not to mention he shaved off his beard–I could not help but join in…
Contributing Editor Ron is bewildered and flustered this time or year.
There is no baseball, no hawking of peanuts, hot dogs and beer.
The boys of summer are off and scattered about the countryside.
There are no pitcher fastballs to face or unfair umpire calls to abide.
The baseball fields are abandoned; you’ll see no fans in the stands.
Nor hear the cracks of the bats or ornery manager reprimands.
Ron and his fellow fans will have to simply wait for spring training,
That’s still weeks away so there’ll be no stop to their complaining.
While his team’s performance last season was no record setter,
Ron is optimistic that off-season trades will help it do better.
Through this wintry void poor Ron has nothing to do but rant and rave.
But wait, perhaps it’s a chance to make things better—maybe even shave.
“Why, yes!” says Ron, “That’s exactly what I shall do to pick up the pace!
I shall find my old razor, sharpen it real sharp and lather up my face.”
And with no further thought than catching a routine fly to center field,
Ron puffed out his cheeks, raised up his chin and removed his hairy yield.
Atop his upper lip remained some remnants as if some stringy cache
With Ron hastily referring to it as his new Robert Redford mustache.
So now all slick and smooth from ear to ear he strokes his hairless chin
While he shuffles his decks of baseball cards with a clean full-faced grin.
No doubt Ron’s new look will have a positive effect on his favorite team,
He thinks it’ll be a good omen for the poor season they must redeem.
True, what he did was typical sports-fan superstition, is what you’ll hear,
But I sense it’s exactly what Ron meant when last he said, “Just wait’ll next year!”