Seattle Center Fielder, #24

Some nights
     --it's true--
I get so down
I can hardly shake
     the notion that
     I'm not
   sitting still, but moving to
a state of stillness--
legs are sore
     from standing here in silence.

And I can almost smell the summer...
     in my back yard...
When I still liked the summer...
And we listened to baseball on the radio.

And Griffey Jr. hit 56 homeruns
          in 1997
It was about 6 years before I was this way.

Just put the left foot in front of the right one
Two sides to a street
Pick the bright one every time.

Some nights
     --it's true--
My chest implodes
I can hardly swim
     and that's a shame
   Because
  My home state is fucking shaped
like a swimming pool.
muscles ache
     treading water
     no floaties!

And I still smell chlorine and mowed grass...
     and sun-baked cars...
Recollect through cloudy glass...
Open the window for the soupy summer breeze.

And when I found out that they'd traded him away
          to Cincinnati
It sorta felt like the world came to an end.

Just put the left foot in front of the right one.
Just put the left foot in front of the right one.