(Un)Befuddled

The world likes baseball, I am sure,And loves their teams, famed or obscure,But what of those who don’t partake?Well this should help thwart a mistake:
Baseball bat: This is a wood or metal barThat, like the ball, can fly afar.
Foul ball: For just a moment you don’t quit, Because you think, I got a hit!
Babe Ruth: A player who was really great,One (who they say) was overweight.
Right field: A quiet place where only youCan sit and watch where flowers ‘grew’.
Right Field (also): Until you hear a clang, Oh No!And someone shouts, “Look out below!”
Fly ball: That moment when the sun (it’s said)Drops a boulder on your head.
Shortstop: Has mostly ground balls, so you’ll thrive,And thus, this ballgame, you’ll survive.
Line drive: That point where something whizzes through,And you bid your shortstop days adieu.
Innings: How long it is before snack time, Divided tidily by nine.
Pro Athletes:Play games and practice vanity,Speak their language. And profanity.
The world of baseball can befuddle,And leave you in a murky puddle.Now, aren’t you glad you stopped today,So we could take your fears away?

Mondays do get knocked a lot,
With poetry, we three besought,To try to make the week begin, With gentle thoughts-- perhaps a grin? So Jenny and Delores, we,Now post our poems for you to see.
And when you’ve read what we have brought, Did we help? Or did we not . . .
And next week in our neighbourhood,We tackle 'feet'. It will be good!