The Bard of Minnesota: Carlos Gomez

A (slightly homoerotic) poem by youthful Twins outfielder Carlos Gomez, who speaks to his bat before every trip to the plate.

A boy and his bat

When I was 10 years old
Every time you see me at the plate
I smell it, I kiss it
I talk to my bat

I do it depending on the situation.
Sometimes I tell it,
'Come on, get a base hit now,
or I won't use you no more,
you have to get a base hit.'

When the bat does his thing

base hit

after that, I kiss it.

I love my bat.
I say sometimes,

'I love you, keep going.'

Source: Gomez at home atop Twins' lineup