I Can't Wait
I can’t stand it anymore! I’m nervous with anticipation. My hands are clinched in a mighty fist. My eyes glare with steely determination. Hopeful exuberance is my demeanor. Passion is in my soul.
Tommy Lasorda would say that, “the great Dodger in the sky will show us the way.”
I look up towards the sun admiring the shade of Blue. There are patches of torn cotton balls floating all around like Maury Wills running the bases. They just glide.
The wind blows slightly. It reminds me of my youth watching Fernando or “Bulldog” blowing away the afternoons’ opponent. Whiff!
I reach down to the ground and place my palms on the soil laden with pebbles and covered with the morning dew. I can feel the thumps and steps of the gardeners as they work diligently on this beautiful day. I close my eyes and imagine the echo of Koufax, Drysdale, Garvey, Cey, Dusty, Hatcher, Yeager and Gibson.