by JOSEPH WOLFE - April 27, 2020
A warm bright day in mid-July
A quilt of blue across the sky
What a day for baseball I thought
Getting loose with a pregame trot
Tempers flare as the game grows near
Our cross-town rivals are now here
The mighty Rocks versus Primetime
Ready to play our land’s pastime
We take the field, they grab their bats
A gold shamrock upon our hats
As we score one and they score two
Record amounts of gum we chew
Pep in my step, I near the box
Calm and unnerved, sly as a fox
Pitch after pitch, the count is full
I take a hack strong as a bull
The ball flies like a bird up high
As if to spin and wave “goodbye!”