Sports is poetry, but vice versa?

Taking a break from the Olympic fun, I added in a baseball game this weekend. Sports and the sporting experience definitely are poetic, at least to my eye. I write a lot of sports poetry, but every time I watch in person or TV I pick up something new. No, I don't just mean team handball (not new to me, actually!), but some new image or tradition or something.

This time at the ballgame I was struck by the strong sense of community... the shared rituals. I mean where else do you just pass money to a stranger beside you, knowing that it'll travel 14 seats to the aisle... and that a snow cone and change will wend its way back to you? Exactly. That's poetry in motion... and tasty, too!