Rays vs. Royals GDT 3: I remember Jeremy Guthrie

Like a specter from my mind's mists,
like the highwayman appearing from behind the wood,
musket in hand, clothes atattered,
you were there Jeremy Guthrie.

Like a river dried and cracked,
like a river renewed with acid rain,
all grays and greens,
thick like an industrial paste.

Like a tempest pouring into the coast,
like a hurricane, black on the horizon,
but only category two
and promising a damp afternoon.

Like a boogeyman deep under my bed,
like a monster's fingers scratching at my closet door,
I'm embarrassed I was ever intimated by you Jeremy Guthrie.
You're not even a prospect anymore.