Metaphysics of Baseball
Say lefty Don Liddle, shaking off the scandal
of induction, hums the old horsehide 
toward the universally held strike 
zone of 1954.  Baseball, the world 
he knows, though given to revolutions, 

when hurled with the stitches, undergoes 
less Magnus force than a cross-
seam fastball, which, ipso facto, will 
abruptly descend from its noumenal
plane as if rolling off a table, 

resulting in a priori routine 
grounder (a posteriori inning-ending
double-play can be neither
assumed nor ruled out).   However, what if 
the batter, a Neoplatonist, i.e., Vic Wertz, who, 

waiting on a good one, discerns the lack 
of backspin, adjusts his stride & weight 
shift early in his swing, its slight 
uppercut well-timed & directed to 
hit the pitch squarely, sending it 

screaming toward an ontological
argument?  How far it goes 
depends upon such variables as space, time, whether
the ball is smooth, scuffed, or necessarily
exists, all of which Willie Mays, back 

turned, glove outstretched, intuits, Q.E.D.  Chasing 
the drive deep into the epistemological
gap at the Polo
Grounds, he spins & throws 
simultaneously without regard

to paradox, the catch, das ding-an-sich, 
indicative of positivism, treating 
any discourse anent the nature 
of reality as academic, ergo, unworthy 
of the discussion devoted hereinbefore.