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.