Today, I would like to thank Austin Kearns for deflecting a ground ball in the bottom of the second inning last Saturday. Thank you, Austin Kearns; thank you for not standing and jogging, but instead crawling like a mewing kitten to the dribbling-yonder ball.
Here’s a poem to commemorate the occasion:
A spreading expanse of clay
separates you and I.
The easy bred error,
and for the thinnest of moments,
the sport and I have fallen into disrepute
as I mime a kitten in my scrambling commute.
Hat tip to my buddy, the most Jason of Collettes.
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