Chris Davalos had to bring that run
in from third with two outs and now
his magic lumber was broke.
The one he had loved, polished and
loved some more all season long.
The same way his teammate Memphis
Mooreland had loved and cherished
his but could only manage to stay
above the Mendoza line at .206.
Davalos looked into the dugout and
spied Memphis clutching his
trusty underachiever bat.
Now he signaled to the bat boy
to fetch Mooreland's unlucky stick.
Two pitches later, the winning run
came in with the crack of thunder.
A rope to deep left center the
outfielders didn't even budge on.
The run was in.
The "w" was chalked.
And Memphis had a grin as
wide as the Ol' Mississippi.
BROKEN BAT, BROKEN DREAM