fugly does salem


frowsy ballpark in Roanoke's shadow
had a corrugated tin outfield fence
old wooden slatted green painted seats
and lucky numbers every inning

kids stomped drink cups
pop syrup stuck to your shoes
few came except hard core fans
player wives, elderly, and munchkins
This was my house of worship.

My gods were mostly too young
or too old
with steel gloves and marshmallow bats
threw flat hummers
hung break balls
were wild as Borneo natives
or stuck with Venus De Milo arms
making 700 to a thou a month.
John Dean ripped off a hunk of athletic tape
scrawled his name on it
and stuck it on his apartment mailbox.
These guys would talk to you.

Memory's Everest
is a July '74 Salem weekend
spent hanging out in the clubhouse
with Salem bummed from Gary Wilson
(he'd been to double a),
asking Doug Nelson for the Sunday comics,
and handing slumping Jerry Thomas
(my idol)
a rattlesnake rattle and fake story
about it being good luck.
(manager John Lipon had him
stick it in his pocket when pitching)
Only way to get closer was to wear a uni.

No ordinary club, this-
Carolina League pennant winners,
7 made the bigs.
John Candeleria sent me for hotdogs.
Stinky Nicosia was league all star catcher.
Rick Langford won 19 for the A's.
Mitchell Page was his mate both places.
Miguel Dilone stole everything in sight.
Al Holland's fastball loosened bowels.
Their best talent hit .350
stole 50 plus bases
and 4 weeks after I left
died on the field at 17.

ALFREDO EDMEAD's favorite poem
was 'If'.

Salem faced Penninsula-
the last game lives as long as I do.
When the P A announced
I'd aced a trivia question for 2 steak dinners
Dave Nelson led the bullpen cheers.
Tied at 9 in the top of the tenth
Lipon stuck Jerry Thomas
and rattlesnake rattle on the mound.
In one shaky inning he gave up a run
AND WON!!!!!!!

Before heading home
one last clubhouse look
showed guys whipping off uniforms
padding to the showers
and doing the dozens-
shared comeraderie
of which I'd ceased to be a part.
Steve Pasternak closed my book-
he wished me luck
and called me BIG GUY!
Me and Reggie Jackson!
See the family resemblance?


Dan Taylor




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