Kind of exciting news! Poem 35 out of 36 for The Twilight Zone, Year 1 is done. I realize that does not mean much in a world filled with a whole lot of creative people. But, it seems to mean something to my eldest princess. And that? That means all the world to me!!
The Mighty Casey by Michael Romani Time takes another of those out of the park swings At this sterling, Serling Twilight Zone thing The ghost of the Hoboken Zephyr's memories Stands like its stadium alone without trees The wind stirs along the top of the tall grass As a reminder of the roaring crowds long ago past Once this stadium was alive, filled and proud Now it is a mausoleum of the losers disavowed Once upon a time, it was another try out day A left handed pitched named Casey had come to play But, there in the dugout, discouragement abounds Management bickers over the players they had found Grumbling comes with quick casting of blame Nobody wants to admit losing is their best game It's painful to admit to a winning streak of one game And it would be nice if they pulled it off just the same Casted aspersions pretty much say it all With upper management unwilling to play ball At the new try out, the coach calls for a final check The catcher finds that try out pitcher is on deck A drink at the fountain and the manager turns around He's a little confused at the newbie he has just found With smoking hot pitch, Casey's ball crosses the plate Turns out he's a robot; not the average sort of playmate A precision pitcher of a very different kind The manager watches as it blows his mind Casey is the new hero for this bullpen's hour Fast or slow, Casey's pitch has the power Taken down to the shower to talk and change The coach sees the advantage, not matter how strange Things are looking up for the Zephyr's wind Thanks to the throwing arm of their new friend The world he's in is suddenly seen differently He's a scientific interest held reverently As a God given gift drawn from a dreamer's imagination And fine honed through the best test of competition The experiment was for Casey to take the team from behind The Zephyr's were the worse team he could possibly find Headlines read above the fold out in a constant shout out Until the winning streak had left no one in doubt As to the cause and effect - until Casey ends up beaned And that twist made it all seem as if it had been dreamed The team doctor finds an odd absence of heartbeat This would surely cast the robot player onto the street As it was a clear violation of code that had been found It would take some kind of heart to keep him around But, it was agreed that with a heart he would be a man Seemingly the best sort to your average sports fan The lust for winning could not be taken any further All of the other teams would scream bloody murder Going for the first pennant in twenty three years The Zephyrs wanted to be done with their tears With Casey under the blade, there is a ghost in the dugout The coach invokes this for confidence and remove all doubt As sudden as that, the ghost walks in with a heart Ticking away as it should have from the start The problem is he arrives looking for togetherness His beating heart is given toward tenderness He no longer desires to pitch for the win Instead, his compassion is as man's might have been He has no drive to crush anyone's career or ego He's become a bucket of love but a competitive no-go With a new set of plans the coach stirs up some late bloomers On the other coast who blast past the doom and gloomers It seems this is how baseball is played in the Twilight Zone It's a game for champions peculiarly their very own (c) September 23, 2017 Michael Romani All Rights Reserved