A grandmother
in a grandstand
with her grandson
watching Dodgers
dodging wins
at a young age
was not the case
with Steve Sax
Mike Marshall
Mike Socia
Fernando Valenzuela
just to name my favs
These were Dodgers
in my day
Reggie Jackson was not
a Dodger
He was an Angel
Pity him and
eventually Socia
for being California
Anahiem, LOS ANGELES?
Angels
I'm from L.A.
I root for L.A.
from L.A.
so an obvious lay
would be a Laker's cheerleader
for convenience
based on location
based on the fact I don't like to travel
to other states just
to watch my favorite team play live
my favorite team next to me
I next to them
They are a close distant friend
I cheer for the Lakers
and the Kings
because I'm from L.A.
I used to like the Raiders
Now the traders
Oakland can keep them
We are getting a new team
I am a fan like those
fans that represent only
those teams
they live closest too
even though the Clippers are
close
I'm selfish
I put my all in ones
one car
one god
one woman
one love
one baseball
one football
one, no two basketball teams
I don't get it
why I like the Trailblazers
Oregon is out of range
Two names: Clyde Drexler
and Duckworth
A late 80's sports fanatic
liking both of those players
you can see with such great teamwork
how it would be hard to pick one
it's hard to be selfish
even when we try to find one
we end up finding many loves
and the more to love
the more to hate
the more reason to struggle
to beat yourself up
to smoke and drink yourself to death
and when we are young we have time well spent
with grandparents
in grandstands
while some old man blurts out
"I will show you a REAL Dodger Dog"
and even when I was 7
I knew what the word pedophile mean't
even though I could not spell it without using an "F"
you see, kay?
at such a younge age
then I think back to when
we had our Rams run away like lambs
and yet I can't seem to wrap my head around
this Galaxy we have
and these Ducks that are supposively mighty
Then I remember someone mightier
and I think of Sun Devils and the New Orlean Saints
and I remember how I was a Saint when I went to
San Dimas High only I was more like a Devil
until we moved to Alta Loma where I became a Brave
by transfering schools at a tender age
at the end of 9th grade
felt anything but Brave
at first I hid in a cave
walls filled with dirty books
hardly stamped out
still always left on the tables
I sat confused
Swinging my #2 pencil
like a bat
thinking of my grandmother
and my dodger blues
And how one love
is hard to grasp
and easy to lose

Wrinkles, love the wrinkles!

If she were me
And them were we
What a wonderful world
This would be!


{{{Jason}}}

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Very nice to you

Such strength and wisdom deep within your words,,, yes you truely are brave and so pure

beautiful

I like this poem, symbolism of loyalty and love, growing up and never growing up, and just great writing!

Darn, I keep lookin' fer that clapin' smiley guy...

Oh well, BRAVOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!