The Shoebox - Day 15

Dave Wehrmeister
P - White Sox
#220, Fleer, 1986

I've been falling since the first one damned us
with a name: champion of defense in German, just
about begs the gods to tag his five-times-great-
grandson with an ERA pushing 6.00. Grown out
of the hope that seasons diner eggs off a double-A
per diem. Waiting is not holy but it's pure. Can't hang
a curve and disappoint between callups. The rock
Sisyphys pushed didn't have a name, no agent
forgetting to call. Smart. Just get on the hill
and deal.