As a child who loved to run around,
 But, afraid to sit by himself on the merry-go-round,
You inspired him to maintain his ground, and
With the bat and ball a passion he found.
 
Twirls, poses and appeals abound,
Whether awake, eating, in his dreams or any place he could bound (to),
Such was your grip on his lil’ heart,
That he would wake up with a start,
Every time the television played a Boost commercial or displayed a score card.
 
To him it has now become second nature,
To watch, read or collect things wherein you feature,
You, his God and, he, your humble creature.
 
So, when you broke this news to the world,
All his heart could do was pound….
Deep thuds and missing beats,
For you have been to him all good things INFINITE!!!!
 
   
To be continued….