"High Flying Ball" by Kevin Blair

High Flying Ball:
This is about the excitement and thrill of baseball. I wrote the words when my children were in little league. Baseball was a sort of prism I saw the future life accomplishments of my children through. A bright future. Oh the deep blue sky and the leather-stitched ball's whistle- flight! The New York Yankees! The Los Angeles Dodgers! San Diego Padres! And the humble little town's baseball team! The game exudes an optimism no other sport has. My father almost wound up in major league baseball before World War Two, but the turn of events ceded in his deportment to Europe with the armed forces. He had a bigger fate in protecting this country, and the world, from the greatest tyranny since Napoleon at that time (1944-45). RIP Dad!

It'd be wonderful if the criteria of war could be recalibrated somehow, into agreed-upon baseball games, with good sportsmanship driving and overseeing it. It'd be the bees knees! Providence has better ideas and plans.
- Kevin Blair