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Posted by: Bradley McDonald

Now, Denelle, you didn't tell me you would come in here cheering for the Cardinals! That's why Kent Curry recommended you, huh?! He wanted a Cards fan in here to combat my Astros posts. Umhmm. I'm on to you guys.

It's good to have you, nonetheless. I might even be a St. Louis fan if they weren't in the same division as my Astros. Anyway, welcome!

Speaking of baseball, I joined a fantasy baseball league this year. This is my first year to play fantasy baseball, but I've been doing the football thing for a few years. So far, it doesn't seem like it'll require as much time as football, but it's just as addictive. Now I care about games even if they don't involve a team with "Astros" for a nickname.

In honor of Opening Day and my lost partner, David Bunch (if you've visited A Month In My Life recently, you know he loves poetry), here's a baseball poem called Double Play by Robert Wallace:

In his sea lit
distance, the pitcher winding
like a clock about to chime comes down with
the ball, hit
sharply, under the artificial
banks of arc-lights, bounds like a vanishing string
over the green
to the shortstop magically
scoops to his right whirling above his invisible
shadows
In the dust redirects
its flight to the poised second baseman
pirouettes
leaping, above the slide, to throw
from mid-air, across the colored tightened interlude
to the leaning-
out first baseman ends the dance
drawing it disappearing into his long brown glove
stretches. What
is too swift for deception
is final, lost, among the loosened figures
jogging off the field
(the pitcher walks), casual
in the space where the poem has happened.