A Poem to a Baseball Man-Crush

I’ve got a baseball man-crush and his name is Will Venable. Well, it’s just that I think that all that stands between him and a very tools-driven outbreak is a reduction in strikeouts. And that home park in San Diego doesn’t help. Anyway, it made sense to write him a poem in the style of Walt Whitman. It did, I promise.

About enosarris

I write. About baseball, mostly, but also about the anthropology of sports, travel, cooking and sometimes music. But yeah, baseball mostly.
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