Between the Lines: A Sacred Baseball Sonnet

Sabermetrics

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Between the Lines

by Cosmic Poet Simon Pole

The world is not a baseball game,
With rules, and runs, and painted lines
Where in between one’s strength or shame
Is ranked amid deciphered signs.
Appoint the place, and you’ll be free
To savour captured victory.
But much times more you’ll sweat and fail,
Back wilted to the dugout trudge
Your bat to rack, and by the rail
You’ll wondr’ing sit: who is my Judge?
Who can each stat, each discrete crumb
Into coherence for me sum?
I have a coach, but is it he
Who makes, in life, a place for me?