The sweat of summer giants
are reliant for a hope
in October

On diamonds stars shine
in a galaxy of skill,
glaring rays of fanfare
on the seats that they fill

Possibility expands
between chalk bordered lines,
justice invoked
by how judgments align

Anxiety augments
emotion of outcome,
with hope sustaining each moment,
in order to get to the next one

The taste of cold morning rain
is the mist
of victory’s champagne
in October

From anthem to celebration
live moments to remember,
dwarfing any memory
between April and September;

It ain’t over,
‘til it’s over
in October