cena di domenica

it’s the top of the 8th.

there are two men on base.

the tying run is on 2nd.

there are 2 outs and

a full count on  Jeter.

Yankees 2 Red Sox 3.

police sirens speed by

(must be Vinnie Boombats again)

and church bells are tolling

America the Beautiful.

the AC’s shot so

the fan blows hot air

in our sweaty faces

as we sip fake iced-tea.

the aroma of gravy meat

wafts in from the kitchen.

Nonna’s been cooking since eight.

Marco gets the braggiole

Joey gets the sausage

and I get the meatballs.

we went to second Mass

so we could watch the game.

this is Jeter’s last appearance

in Boston and they’re giving him

a tribute on his retirement from baseball.

This we gotta to see.

Mama drove Signora Castellucci

to the cemetery so she

could pray the rosary

over her husband’s grave

who died thirty-three years ago.

“Mafanabola! Run you stupid gabagul!” Joey yells at

first baseman Mark Texiera.  ”F****n’ stunad.”

“Statazit Gieuseppi! Marronna mi!”  Nonna exclaims

doing the sign of the cross three times.

“Sorry, Nonna,”  Joey says.

I get up to set the table

Mama’s home and goes to the garage

where Daddy is working on his 1962 Cadillac.

He comes in and grabs a beer then

joins my brothers to watch the rest of the game.

the food’s on the table

and i go to the family room

it’s 5-3 Yankees.

a home run double 

over the Green Monster by Texiera

Manggiam’

everyone takes their baseball caps off

and files into the dining room.

Marco cuts the bread

and Joey says grace.

Reviews

[Joe_VILOT_]

so classic brilliant i was laughing and reading at the same time wonderful