THREE STRIKES
My sportswriter friend has Alzheimer’s now
and I wonder what happens
behind that bright brow
When we were kids, he was the guy
who knew each homer and pop fly
and every player’s RBI
Grew up to travel with the pros
what he didn’t know, why nobody knows
And now soggy brained he tromps
through sub sequitorial swamps
the mind once quick as cats
drowning among the stats