Imagine for a second that you’re Mookie Betts.
He’s about your size. He runs more and lifts more,
But standing sideways you’re about equal.
Imagine that you rolled a seven, hit the number,
Put your money on the winning horse, drew
Inside for a straight-flush, imagine you blasted
The walk-off hit that wakes up the stadium’s
Pagan thank you, imagine you have a god’s body
And enough treasure to start your own country.
Imagine it’s guaranteed, no fine print, all yours.
Imagine flying an airplane after hitting a homerun.
Imagine sliding on the turf to snag a slicing hit.
Imagine stealing second then third then home.
You are Mookie Betts, oyster and pearl, you
Are the best thing that happened to your team,
The best thing that happened to your friends,
The best that ever happened to your family; go ‘head,
Ask them. Imagine you’re Mookie Betts eating
Prime rib in a classy place with a foreign name and a chef,
And who cares, when each plate costs over a hundred;
Then meeting someone in the lavatory who wants an autograph
After you pee and wash your million dollar hands, Mookie Betts,
The best thing since regular guys invented. Imagine being
Resident on Mt. Olympus with the other beauties,
A chest full of gold and diamonds, platinum, jewels
Glittering in piles, and someone somewhere is building
A temple and an altar for bowing in a cap and jersey,
Mookie Betts, number 50, Boston Red Sox home colors.
Imagine being Mookie Betts with the kind of money
Only a moron or a saint could squander. Imagine
Having a name like Mookie, and all you ever have to do
Is show up to be loved, just get out of the car
With your entourage, walk into the building, the stadium
Toward the front where the emcee is standing, waiting
With his microphone to introduce the greatest person
In the whole world, the one, the only, Mookie Betts.
Imagine being Mookie Betts for an eternal second.