I don't have much to add or critique here, lately I'm finding myself trying to dissect some of your poems, rather than point out issues.
But I was struck by the last line, if only because I've heard the theme echo across a few other poems, my own included. There must be a tendency for boredom among poets (probably men, mostly), which is why we turn to writing.
The one thing I am curious about in this poem is that it reads like prose to me, so I'm trying to understand what makes it metrical, beyond similar line lengths, and pacing. Is it a known form, and if so, what is it?
Beyond that, as someone who also attends baseball games for the atmosphere, I quite enjoyed this one.
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