Baseball is a glove on a shelf, oiled and tightly wrapped, Slumbering through the stark winter months. Baseball is a breast pocket bulging with a transistor radio. Baseball is the reason there are transistor radios. In a place you've never been, Doing things you'll never have the chance to do. Baseball is a dream that you never really give up on.
Baseball is precious.
Baseball is timeless. Baseball is forever. Greg Hall is a former Kansas City Star sports columnist. Hall grew up rooting for the Nebraska Cornhuskers, Willie Mays , Jim Ryun, and Dick Butkus' Bears. The author of the poem has his own web page .