I didn’t follow baseball very closely this year, partly due to the fact that I don’t get the cable channel that broadcasts the Mariners, and partly because neither the Mariners nor the Dodgers were terribly exciting this year.
Still this seems to have been a post season for the ages, and the efforts of the Cardinals to repeatedly stave off elimination, first in the wild card race, then twice against the Phillies is what makes September and October so special to baseball fans. Then there was the spectacle of the Cards being a strike away from Autumn and surving…twice.
It is this struggle that I romanticized last year with this poem in my Summer’s End Series.
And so, it is to the Cardinals and the Rangers, first and foremost that I dedicate this reposted poem. Actually, it’s to them, and to any and all of us baseball fans who can now sit back and dream of next spring when all things baseball will be new again, when all the teams are undefeated, and when anything is posssible. It’s dedicated to not only the victors, but to the rest of us watching the Cardinals Nation Celebrate and thinking to our selves, “Maybe next year.”
One More Day
by Andrew Viertel
Spring’s hope long forgotten
Everyday more men fall, succumbing to the inevitable autumn chill
But some remain, playing, nay fighting tooth and nail for survival
Pushing to the limit bodies battered and bruised by the long campaign
Leaving everything on the diamond
In desperate flight from crackling fires and silent snow-shrouded stadia
They fight for glory, to own the diamond, but they also fight to stay alive
Trading rest and comfort for pain and fatigue
Desperately seeking that finite fleeting treasure:
One more day of summer.