Tuesday, October 6, 2015
Sure as God Made Green Apples
In all of my days there have been few greater thrills than a long ball soaring into the left field bleachers, my heart in my throat, my team on the verge, the announcer on the radio cracking with his own disbelief.
The maybe of it all is exactly what I need. That's the game.
And for all that I may have to wait, I continue to long with bright eyes and a ready grin.
Because sure as God made green apples, it's gonna happen.
Can you feel it? I can.
Posted by A Writer, Of Course at 9:08 AM