Just Another "Loss", Brooklyn, '57 - '58

 


it was the opened-window days of the place,
the "borough", Kings County,
                                                  Brooklyn,
that an      "awareness" was wrought of an iconic
          desertion, a monumental misplay, and
             the forlorning of true believers in
       white, (red-stitched), perfect orbs,
wooden clubs,  tan dirt and green grass,
    had ruled so many a psyche for all of
               forty-four seasons.

1957's summer........the team was soon to be
                       Gone.
A shock-wave of astonishment sizzling along
     the sidewalks and tarred streetways of
          the City of Churches,
where 100 years past, Walt Whitman walked
       and took the ferry to Manhatta & back
         a few times in "passage'.

Thus would be The Talk of Brooklyn for
quite a few days, weeks, months, before
and after the deed was done, and the name
                          O'Malley
became synonymous with Lucifer, or at least
                   with   Judas........

(Jackie had already quit at the end of '56, rather than be traded,
And Campy had become paralyzed in January '58, never
                       to play again.)

Such was my first living awareness of "community".
       Of loss. Of something my life "missed".
           Something irreplaceable that may as
      well have been death, but was only
as bloody as a mere displacement. Yes, there
       were more-than-a-few in Brooklyn who
could "give a shit" about baseball, but they
                      must be forgiven.
            They must be forgiven


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