I am a cardboard cutout. I sit here in the stands. I do not think. I do not blink. I do not clap my hands. You are a cardboard cutout. You sit there next to me. You do not cheer. You have no fear Of unreality. We are the cardboard cutouts. We die in living rooms. We watch TV. We cannot see Beyond our living tombs. And so the game’s a shutout. We heard the final call. Put down your beer. Pack up your gear. The Devil cried “Play ball!” Joe Tessitore is a retired New York City resident and poet.