Dumbo ears hold up
the mesh-backed trucker’s hat.
Red and white striped stirrup socks pulled up tight,
thigh high!,
large loop in back just like the pros.
Elastic holds my pants in place, no belt needed.
Button-up jersey?
Not even close.
A t-shirt with my first name
where my last name should be
relatively centered above the team sponsor —
Chuck E. Cheese.
Mike Flanagan’s autograph stares at me
in my brand-new Wilson glove.
A freckled frown on my face,
playing ball is serious business.
Not one true hop on this infield.
I could not care less.
It’s my first game.
