Out Of Left For Some Heft!

We are going to the game today. We'll try not to bore with a replay. So many innings would make us want a nap. I guess we'll only taking one lap. Whoops, that is some other sport. This could be a weird report.

The A Mathematical Z At My Sea!
1+1=2=B
This post popped in.
It wanted a spin.
Nothing popped though.
Could say it was a left field show.

As in out of left.
Nope, no theft.
Right field don't care.
Nothing happens over there.

Cost you $1000 to read today.
Oh, don't get full of dismay.
It's just a ball park figure from me.
I'll take more from thee.

I just wanted to touch base.
It is something we embrace.
Yet we don't do any touching.
My OCD likes that umm muching.

Grammar Nazi just scoffed.
He may want me offed.
Damn, I didn't hit a home run.
Even though no swinging was done.

I guess I struck out.
How'd that come about?
Take your ball and bat and go home?
Take it that isn't the Skydome?

But I want to know.
Time we go toe to toe.
Wrong sport, damn it all.
I meant to say play hardball.

So step up to the plate.
What you got, mate?
Are you ready to swing?
Something may be waiting in the wing.

Sure took your time.
I was way done this rhyme.
Should have swung away.
Right off the bat we say.

You are way off base.
Do an about face.
So out of my league.
Don't go suffering from fatigue.

Did you swing and miss? That may not cause bliss. At least need to get to third base. Did you know so many baseball terms you embrace? I figured I'd go to bat for you. Look, another came due. I'm really batting a thousand today and I didn't even have to play. I'm sure in the ballpark of this pass. On that you can trust my little rhyming ass.

Experience spring, have a fling.