OK, so call me crazy. I had the pleasure of watching the first practice scrimmage of the season between a mixed group of the Majors players in our league. It was a gorgeous Spring evening close to 70 degrees with no wind. The boys played until it was too dark to see. Now here I am, inspired to write a Haiku on a Saturday morning instead of sleeping in like my DirtDog is doing. Haven’t written a Haiku since I was in 5th Grade, but I think it’s actually pretty good. Tell me what you think…
Shadows stretch for First,
Balm fills air on scented breeze;
Leather pops with joy.