Seventh-Inning Stretch

My mother was a Yankees fan,
had a jersey and everything;
she wore it with Keds and little
socks that didn’t match at all.

I don’t know anything about
this game, only that it made her
happy to root for someone.
In my mind, I can see the logo:

the bat, the hat, stars and stripes.
I can see her, too, if I really try, but
the image gets hazier with each
new year. I swore it never would.