"A New York Treasure" --Village Voice


I lost my rhythm sometime last week. The days and nights had become an uneven mix. They were nothing close to a good jazz riff. There were no wins, no losses, no games up and no games back.

Baseball’s grip had slipped and it seemed like nothing short of pitchers and catchers reporting could get it back.

But I slept with my glove last night and dreamed a baseball beat.

Derek Jeter opened with a perfect saxophone solo and A-Rod swung a big bass. Jorge Posada blasted a tune on the trumpet and Joba was pumping on the old trombone. Robbie Cano picked on the guitar and Chien-Ming Wang made the piano dance. Johnny Damon belted out the words and Mariano finished with a flourish on the drums.

Then the whole team met in the middle of the club and the beat kept right on going.

Pitchers and catchers play the first real set in 75 days.

My rhythm is coming back already.

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1 thelarmis   ~  Dec 1, 2008 10:48 am

pure poetry set in motion! thanks for this great start to the day!!!

i'll be thinkin' bout "Mo finishing with a flourish on the drums" tonight when i get home and play my gig...

2 Joe L.   ~  Dec 1, 2008 11:20 am

You got my toe tapping…

3 Raf   ~  Dec 2, 2008 10:33 am

I'm starting to feel that way too... Been rubbing down baseballs periodically over the past two weeks. Starting to devise a plan to get in shape for the season. Taking shadow cuts, and throwing phantom pitches whenever I have space and time and a mirror...

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