Mr. Willet’s Point of View

I've tried doing daily poems and fancy blog posts and anything I thought would draw attention. However, the internet is a very large ocean and nobody is going to notice me pouring cans of surgery sweet blue and orange soda into it.

Ghosts in the Grass: Celebrations

In my five years working at Major League Baseball teams, there were plenty of highs and there were plenty of lows. There were more wins than losses, but more heartbreaks than jubilation.

Ghosts in the Grass: The Pendelton Moment

And then the Pendleton Moment happens, where something goes wrong, sometimes subtle, sometimes huge, and everything changes. Everything has swung back in the other direction and never returns.

The Triumph of Spring

Stretching in the Spring sun, my soul awakes. Winter’s frost swept asunder; melting in the infield chalk. Heart thumps awake from hibernation’s lethargy. Mind sparks forth from solemn sleep. Hallelujah, Awake my soul...Spring has returned. Autumn failures fall aside, stored away for skeptics. Each club stands tall in Elysian’s green grass. Hope emerges from Winter’s... Continue Reading →

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