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fortune, our dead-arm pitchers, our weak-hitting swingers, our mascots with furry fingers</p><p id="32c9">And during the seventh-inning stretch, when there’s little chance of winning, we raise our money to catch the vendor’s eye — time for a nacho dripping with cheese, an antacid to digest our fries</p><p id="0017">And when there are all zeros on the scoreboard, and it’s the top of the ninth, there are only two things left to do — wear your baseball cap in reverse, and flag down the beer man for a buzz or two.</p><p id="5855">© 2022 <a href="undefined">Mark Tulin</a></p><div id="cd76" class="link-block"> <a href="https://mftulin.medium.com/membership"> <div> <div> <h2>Join Medium with my referral link - Mark Tulin</h2> <div><h3>undefined</h3></div> <div><p>undefined</p></div>

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The Baseball Bleacher Bums

Gotta Love the beer vendor

Cup of beer at the ballgame.Photo by Blake Guidry on Unsplash

He’s the vendor with the beer sign on his head, long-neck bottles that clink in his basket, plastic cups and roasted peanuts, and a roll of bills in his side pocket When the beer man calls, we stand and yell from the stands — over here, beer man above the fence in center field!

We’re bleacher bums who yearn for a sudsy one, who ignore our heatstrokes from the afternoon sun An ice-cold ale to tolerate America’s pastime, our team’s misfortune, our dead-arm pitchers, our weak-hitting swingers, our mascots with furry fingers

And during the seventh-inning stretch, when there’s little chance of winning, we raise our money to catch the vendor’s eye — time for a nacho dripping with cheese, an antacid to digest our fries

And when there are all zeros on the scoreboard, and it’s the top of the ninth, there are only two things left to do — wear your baseball cap in reverse, and flag down the beer man for a buzz or two.

© 2022 Mark Tulin

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