MYOPIA

Little Johnny Mitchell beneath the outfield seats,
Fall Classic knotted tightly, tied at three games each.
Deep in center field, he gazes up into the crowd,
This place has gone ballistic, its never been so loud.
He eyes a pretty lady in section 102,
It's that creepy Susie Johnson... 1-0-2 Austin Avenue?

Little Johnny Mitchell digs into the box,
It's time to drive some runs home, the last two batters walked.
He takes a sweeping curveball, the next pitch whistles by,
He pounces on a fastball and blasts it to the sky.
It clears the fence and flagpole, and as it starts to fall…
It shatters Mother's window beyond the stadium wall!

Little Johnny Mitchell steps up to the plate,
We need to start a rally, it's the bottom of the eighth.
He floats a fastball foul, he's handcuffed by a curve,
He nails an 0-2 slider, that kid has got some nerve.
It rings the visitors' bullpen, he's on a home run streak...
Not the neighbor's dog pen! Third ball I've lost this week!

It's little Johnny Mitchell the cameras turn to see,
The questions now surround him, and he's on live TV.
Mitch, tell us what you're thinking and what it's like to be,
The all time home run leader and World Series MVP.
Well, God has really blessed me, right from the very start,
And when I'm playing baseball, I'm still a kid at heart.


David J Allen
October 25, 2004


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