Chin-Ho: Last Night in Waikiki

Chin-Ho: Last Night in Waikiki

I avoided the camera
knowing fairly well I was too fat;
but I avoided it more when I lost weight
knowing even better what was coming next.

In the barefoot bars I wasn't shy
around the gin fizzes or double mai-tais;
I knew every hooker in Chinatown
and each one was a bottle of scotch to me.

I even took Topsy to Islanders' games
and I don't think she knew a bit of baseball.
I, however, loved each ridiculous stat
and am not one to doubt predictabilities.

The shot heard around my desk:
Merkle's brilliant method,
Snodgrass's certitude,
Buckner's bona fides.