Fauci’s First Pitch
a poem of baseball and hope
Is it still the End of Times,
or is it Opening Day —
hope stirs in the summer heat
and yet my thoughts they stray.
Stacks of bleachers, empty
above the diamond greens —
while at home a billion fans
are glued to their flat screens.
Makes you wonder how long
best practices will last —
will high fives and ass-slapping
become relics of the past?
Will the catcher keep six feet
of distance, in compliance —
or tackle the home-bound runner
in time-honored defiance?
The anthem’s final notes fade out,
a nation is spellbound —
as the bullpen doors swing open
and Fauci takes the mound.
That’s a mighty curve ball,
for a health task force adviser —
is that pine tar on that ball,
or just … hand sanitizer?
Safe!
everyone’s favorite epidemiologist threw the first pitch of this delayed and shortened season’s opening game on Thursday
