On June 5th, 2016 the Mariners lost to the Rangers 3-2. In the fifth inning, Bobby Wilson hit a shallow fly ball to left field. Elvis Andrus was on third, and Stefen Romero stationed in left.

You have found me 
Ball
Or have I instead found you?
In a searing Texan swelter, the sky a somehow painful blue
It’s Sunday afternoon, 3-1 the score
Or was it 2-1? Left field let’s the mind so wander

Our time is fated brief 
Ball 
These are just the rules
But Descartes said “We are free,” and so, for awhile 
I think I’ll sit with you, in this verdant green field
Rippling with Longhorn heat, and think of what might be

Our ways grow so tiresome
Ball
We meet, we join, we part
Let’s take a moment and consider
As it’s said
The lilies of the god damn field

All the other great games
Ball
They’re all about holding you
And why would they not do just that?
Only baseball, this stupid, glorious game
Offers so much, by asking us to give you away

Lost in your favorable company
Ball
I’ve forgotten why I’m here
My teammates are screaming; tone sharp, words vague
Looking up I realize, Elvis has left third base
Our time, so brief it seems, is ending

What a cruel twist then
Ball
Our luxuriations were false
We’re bound to our same old doom
The rules are very clear
I have to throw you again now, though I’m not sure quite how to

You had found me
Ball
Or had I instead found you?
It’s 2-2 now, our lead is gone,
Servais’ face a taut, grim mask
You, dear ball, were not supposed to lie, and yet…