I knew I should not have bought a Luke Hughes Jersey!
An Ode to Luke Hughes
O wild swinging Aussie, thou breath of Spring’s error,
Thou from whose short-seen presence the position's dead
Are driven from the team like Geren's managerial terror,
Yellow, and Green, and pale, and statistical dread,
Pestilence-striken tarp reduced multitudes! O thou
Whose one for thirteen stint made thy bed
With winged feet where thy career lie cold and low,
Like a corpse within its grave, until
Thine minor league sisters of the Spring shall blow
Their clarion o'er the Twittering earth, and sign
(Driving up the value of offensively-challenged Aussies)
With yonder Independent League in far-off land:
Who finds value in the flailing beauty of futility
Perhaps thou shall find thyself in the role of utility.