Commentary: A poem for the dimming Halos

Season End

Hot and sticky, must be 90

Fans wearing shorts and sandals

Spaghetti straps and cut off jeans

Long legs below.

Lame duck game, last of the season

Win or lose, it doesn't count

Bats making contact but few hits

Too many pop-ups, too many strikeouts

Fans trying hard to show appreciation

But just seems like everyone's half a step slow.

Four guys in front drinking ice cold Coronas

At 10 bucks a pop, came with lemon on top

Girl two rows up with summer sun-bleached hair,

Shining like spun gold in a braid down her back

Watch out for that fly ball!

Bald-head tattooed Dad with young daughter,

Taking good care, sure she's had fun

Kids behind dugout, gloves a-waving

Hoping to be thrown that last foul ball.

Not even the wave can get going

Weaver's no-hitter game this is not

Shoot the breeze with my neighbor, talk U.S. Open tennis

Great double play, and now Trout's on base!

Rally monkey appears, crowd now alert!

But three outs and yet again no score.

And finally they score!! But only one

Ray's double play ends expectations

And we go home.

JANICE DANIELLO is a Costa Mesa resident.

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