Poetry (and a life lesson!) from the pitcher's mound

Sports week continues here at the Pink Blog . . .

Last night, two of the Pinklettes and I were sitting in the stands as the Washington Nationals found themselves down 5-1 with two outs in the bottom of the ninth inning. Then, over the next 10 minutes, the Nats made an astonishing comeback, won the game 6-5, and sent the Seattle Mariners walking shell-shocked off the field.

Today's Washington Post has a story about the game that ends with a quotation from pitcher Livan Hernandez. I just noticed that if you reformat Hernandez's words, the whole thing works as a poem.

And if you're in the right frame of mind, perhaps aided by an adult beverage, the resulting poem also conveys a deeper message about life itself.

Baseball is crazy.

You know, baseball is 27 outs.

Not too many believe that.

But baseball is 27 outs.

Seriously. Read it out loud and let me know what you think.

(Note: If you doubt my poetical aptitude, consider this. In college, I had a poetry professor who said he'd give me an A-minus in his class if I agreed to stop writing poems and concentrate on prose. Yes, dear reader, I took the offer.)