In the Field
I don’t know if you guys know this but when I was younger I was a big deal.
I was an athlete believe it or not.
I was every baseball coach’s wet dream.
I remember being on a team with Rocco Fanella.
We dominated every year.
We were the Dillon Panthers of Elmwood Park Baseball.
I remember one World Series when I struck out the last batter.
We won it all.
The catcher ran up to me and I picked him up as he raised his glove.
I swear there were 50,000 people at the game.
Rocco charged us from short stop and his dad followed.
It was a celebration I dreamed about.
Tonight in Germany I walked past a baseball field.
I sat in the dugout for a few minutes.
I held on to the chain link fence looking out onto the field.
I tried to remember every moment that took place on a diamond but there wasn’t enough time.
I tried to replay me knocking in the game winning run.
I saw myself making the game-saving play.
I remember being the best.
I later stood in the batters box and pictured it all in my head.
Those were the best days of my life.