To know how much work
goes into stepping onto that mound,
not in terms of
effort and homage
to a game
I could not give two shits about,
but effort
in terms of
wiring myself
to aim at the strike zone and
nothing else
three times as tempting,
is to know
a thing or two
about the sport,
but at the same time,
to know next to nothing
about the real depth of the game.
