Carlos Gomez: The Poet of Minneapolis

Little did the good people of the Twins Cities know that when they traded the Savior of Port St. Lucie to the Mets, they not only received a centerfielder in return, Carlos Gomez, they were presented with a man of letters, a poet.

Here, he explores the depths of playing with a pitcher's mind.

"Gomez, Gomez"

Morneau,

probably this year has better year

because the pitcher thinks more

Gomez, Gomez

He has to be quicker

and he throw more fastballs to the catcher.

You know,

he scared for breaking ball.

I steal second easy.

Now I'm at second

whatever base hit,

I score.

And this ...

"Man in the Grass"

I see the first base in the grass,

I say

'No, no, not me.'

I do a bunt

The second time, I see

— Oh, he don't think?

OK, I do it again

The pitcher throw inside

and I take it

I try to do my game like that

I see the third base

and first base stay a little bit back

I do a bunt

And finally ...

"My Dad"

My dad was fast

When I was a kid

and I worked out with my older friends,

they all worked out so hard for their running

I do nothing

They say,

why are you so fast

when you don't do nothing?

I tell them

my dad was fast