(Poem is in slideshow and also bio link) This week was supposed to mark the commencement of the #mlb season. Instead, I'm following along with the #cubs as they relive every moment of the 2016 playoff run. There are worse moments to be stuck in, but seeing as I have personally chosen to relive that run somewhere in the neighborhood of 500 times between then and now, this isn't the kind of thing that is must-watch programming. Though its insignificance in the shadow of current events is granted, baseball's presence is dearly missed. For six months, we are encouraged to take it one game at a time, to focus on the minutiae, but not to dwell on it. It's in this yearly ritual that we see our lives reflected back toward us, where the days are absorbed into one indistinguishable mass, discarding the individual moments --both bad and good-- in favor of one defining narrative. Baseball's narrative will be a very different one here in 2020, but perhaps that's only fitting because surely we will endure a similar change in ours. As #mlbtheshow so eloquently told us; "And we smile, knowing now that this game has not abandoned us. No, this game is with us always, ready to break free when the world awakens in the spring." Until that metaphorical spring cascades down the mountainside, I'd like to take you back to that magical November night in Cleveland, OH. It's Game 7. And the Cubs are at the bat... #cubsbaseball #caseyatthebat #ernestlawrencethayer #poetry #quarantine #journal #2.