Wednesday, June 4, 2008

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.'

1 comment:

michael kei said...

I thought that was made up... 'till I clicked the link.