On With The Game Comments

This piece really engaged me. The reader is left wondering why you think of it 'now'... charming, with that unusual breed of wistful-yet-dismissive; inspired. t x

My poor old stiffend bones creaked and groaned, and the muscles that I don't use much any more are sore from this poem....and I seem to recognize that feeling of being chosen last...from somewhere in my past. Great thinking, Max, that you have come around to finding what it feels like to be the last one chosen. Sure puts another light on things, doesn't it, and make you feel for the child - the one making that long walk - and my anger at the coaches who hurt a child this way! !

Max, I was often the kid chosen last on the team in elementary school...a terrible humiliation that probably left me ignoring sports to this day. And I can appreciate what happens to an athlete's skills after 45 years. This is a poignant write. Raynette

Holy cow... great stuff, Max! This goes way beyond baseball... it's truly a big league poem. Wel done! ! Brian

sending this poem thru a 2nd time, more in 'prime time'. one comment yesterday: Declan McHenry (3/18/2007 4: 10: 00 PM) Max, a poignant and finely expressed piece. One of those 'eureka' moments captured.