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\"Going<\/a><\/p>\n

Mantle\u2019s dead.
\nThe world is upside down.
\nDrunk on fastballs;
\nmissed the hanging curve.
\nNow no more facades.
\nGone the oil and leather.
\nLeft to limp alone
\nthis outfield stretch
\nof time.
\nWarning tracks
\nin the mirror;
\nshadows of the switcher.
\nRounding third,
\nhead down, for home.
\nShake with Frank Crosetti,
\nYogi at the plate.
\nSteps are full of Enos,
\nMoose and Gil.
\nGot a run for Whitey.
\nGrim is in the pen.
\nSmiles again, and
\nshyly tips his bill.
\nFrom the cannon shot
\noff Ramos to the
\nknuckleball of Shultz
\nall the way to Denny\u2019s
\nfreebie five-uh-oh.
\nFrom drainage ditch
\nto abscessed hip,
\nthrough bottles
\nand beyond.
\nA seven etched
\nin the heart.
\nSlow motion dreams
\nof gray pinstripe.
\nThe Mick\u2019s no more
\naround.
\nOld Casey
\nsent him down.
\nThe perfect drag.
\nThe comet
\nrun aground.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Mantle\u2019s dead. The world is upside down. Drunk on fastballs; missed the hanging curve. Now no more facades. Gone the oil and leather. Left to limp alone this outfield stretch of time. 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