Giants

My friends C&I and R and myself watched the the game last night. I am just learning the language and symbols of basebal, am still confused about certain actions, but have already my darlings in the Giant team. I am proud to know the bottom and top of an inning, I know the importance of the 7th game and I love Sandoval and of course the intensity of Bumgarner... I am even willing to wear a SF cap, even in Belgium... Penske, Panik These Guys are amazing... I know, I kwo I know still nothing  about this sports but it has a hook in me.
Now I even understand Sheerman Alexie's poem:

The Game Between the Jews and the Indians is Tied Going Into the Bottom of the Ninth Inning

By Sherman Alexie

So, now, when you touch me

my skin, will you think

of Sand Creek, Wounded Knee?

And what will you remember

when your skin is next to mine

Auschwitz, Buchenwald?

No, we will only think of the past

as one second before

where we are now, the future

just one second ahead

but every once in a while

we can remind each other

that we are both survivors and children

and grandchildren of survivors.