IT'S ALL ABOUT FOCUS

In the middle of my backswing in golf, I've been known to have problems with focus. Such thoughts as, "I wonder if the Cardinals won today" or " When's the last time it rained?" As Willy Loman said in Death of a Salesman, "I have such thoughts."
So in yesterday's blog I revealed I'm not competitive. Today--I'm not focused. Just maybe those two go together.

THE CYCLOPS OR WHEN MONKEYS FLY

I don't know how it will go,
This love of, should I call it mine
Or ours? Show me a sign.
But maybe you did
And preoccupied, I missed it.
You, the third base coach
While, I the hitter ignored your gestures.
I focused on the wrong things
Not the time
And blamed you
For being apathetic.
I didn't even call, "Time Out,"

To try to get it straight

To try to concentrate

On where we were headed

And what my responsiblities were.

I know there's no "i" in team

But there's no "I" in we

In our case.

And, yes, it's my loss

As I left you

Alone (in a box or boxed in)

Trying to tell me what to do

And my mind was somewhere else.