Never Played Poem by William Kruse

I never played the game,
although I always wished I could.
Well, I played in Little League one year
but wasn't any good.
I couldn't catch, couldn't throw,
couldn't run or hit:
and if you can't do that in baseball,
you just aren't worth spit.
I'd stand and stare at a called strike three,
Or swing with all my might
Or turn the wrong way down at first
Or dropp a fly in right.
'Too fat, too slow; no bat, no glove.'
Clearly, too inept.
And with each and every error,
my dreamer's heart just wept.
The game is better from the stands,
where I applaud and cheer.
And it really doesn't matter
if I dropp the ball up here.