Why I Don't Give a Good Goddamn about Steroids or the Hall of Fame

Sixty Two
(from Jacob Wrestling)

Five minutes
you have been asleep in my arms
and Mark McGwire
hits number 62.

The record has finally been broken.
Fireworks, sirens
and the collective whoop of a crowd
lathered in celebration
fills our television.

I hold you silently, letting you sleep
while "Big Mac" rounds the bases,
comes home and embraces
his son.

And for the son I was once,
at a ball park long ago,
and for the son you are now,
I weep quietly,
not to wake you.