a fan of loud people,
of angry,
yelling, screaming
people,
drunk
on Miller Lites,
i avoid
the ballpark.
i keep clear of the ten
dollar
hot dogs
and twenty dollar
beers.
thirty to park,
but i'm not against using
the game
on tv
as a night light,
although i'm
prone to
fall asleep by the third
inning
to the sound
of foul ball,
foul ball. foul ball,
strike.
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