Bob Howry got roughed up again last night
4 earned runs
no outs
and they booed him mercilessly
they cracked their peanuts and drank their beer
and booed him
and he hung his head and took that long walk to the dugout
that cliché 5.50 e.r.a. in mid-September walk to the dugout
that’s better than all the poets’ faux-empathy for the dead in East-Timor
I didn’t boo
Bob Howry is a placement pitcher
he has one good pitch
a fastball
when he’s on
he’s painting the corners at 95
when he’s off
it’s 91 over the middle
Bob Howry knew this
and 4 people out of 38,000 knew this
and they didn’t boo
I call these people poets
and the other 37,996 are just people that write
that’s baseball
that’s poetry
I prefer Bob Howry
© 2008 Lee Kitzis
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