Poem expressing my feelings about baseball precisely

[arkymark]

Baseball, like sexual intercourse
and art, stops short, for a moment, the
indecent continuous motion
of time forward, implying our death
and imminent decomposition.

  -- Donald Hall, Baseball,, The Eighth Inning

Also, I've been working on using more informative titles.

[saltydad]

Damn, now I'm feeling depressed about loving baseball and sex so much