Sacrifice

Bean counters, data men,

ridicule the sacrifice bunt,

labeling it a wasted out, old

fashioned and small, unsupportable

by crunched numbers, foolish. Yet

it moves the runner, creating

a ballet of motion, skillfully

executed, an act wholly beyond

oneself, nearing grace, immeasurable,

immeasurably lost

in an age of artless analytics.

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