we see the Beauty

in A-rod

and Jeter

in Matsui (Hiroshima, Nagasaki didn't destroy

his spirit!!!)

we see the happiness in a boy like Swisher

we see the elegance in Mo

we see the seriousness in the Spanish blood

of Posada

we see the emerging genius in Hughes

and the clumsy, Ruthian power in Jaba


we see it all, o Yankees!!


play for us

remind us of what is inside us, even when it dies

every terrible lost day


remind us of our boyhoods!! the promise of them!!!


because, YANKEES!! some of us still have a chance!

some of us still have faith!!

and we have children, sons AND daughters

yes, even our daughters learn from the manly sport

of baseball

they learn about their men, their future husbands,

their boyfriends and brothers and sons

what is inside them

what needs to be nourished and honored

what these men can offer them

under the best of circumstances


o Yankees, you are Whitmanesque!!

and Blake would have loved you!