A manager uses a relief pitcher like a six shooter, he fires until it's empty then takes the gun and throws it at the villain.
Natural grass is a wonderful thing for little bugs and sinkerball pitchers.
Reggie Jackson hit one off me that's still burrowing its way to Los Angeles.
I have seen the future and it's like the present, only longer.
Strikes (1981) are real life. It took up seven weeks of real time. That's a fifth of a pregnancy.
Someone told me just recently that poets are eulogists. It's their job, to eulogize. I didn't know that, but it makes sense. Because in almost every poem of mine there is a loss.