Friday, April 24, 2009

 

Haiku Friday of baseball food


It's an amazing thing, this sport of baseball. I've seen a lot of things happen in pro games, but it still has a way of surprising you.

So, on Wednesday I go over to the new Nationals' ballpark to see DC play the Atlanta Braves. It figures to be a high-scoring game, since both teams are strong at the plate and weak on the mound.

So what happens? Of course, it is a 0-0 tie going into the ninth. The Braves get two men on, so the Nationals put in a new reliever. The guy loads the bases with a walk and then... walks in the winning run. Incredible. Even the normally unflappable Washington Post struggled to find a way to describe this weirdness.

My brother and I once went to a Tiger's game with a brand-new immigrant from Poland who had never seen or heard of baseball, and didn't know much English. We struggled to explain the game, and finally she seemed to grasp the concept of "three strikes and you are out." Just then, of course, the batter stole first base on a called third strike. Sheesh.

Anyways, it is not just the game that draws us in. Maybe it is the race of the presidents (pictured here) or the food. So, let's write about the food this week. Here is mine:

Fenway Frank debate--
Is this the bun? Slice of bread?
Colloquial dog.

Now it is your turn...

Comments:
Not a good plan to
trash baseball in this blog but...
ONE GAME lasts 6 hours. WHY?

I don't get it. But
there are a lot of things I
do not get: football,

golf, fishing, camping,
hunting, ping pong, Scrap booking,
Oprah, cuckoo clocks,

The Blues, jazz, guitar
players, Lord of the Rings, Star
Trek, Monty Python,

Dr. Phil, Dancing
with the Stars, Nancy Grace, bugs,
gardening, bowling,

clothes for dogs, Donald
Trump, and celebrities who
design jewelry.
 
Hey batter, batter
Swing, batter, batter, c'mon swing
Chant of childhood days
 
Like watching paint dry
Drinking self silly outside
Ahh yes, ain't life grand

Osler in DC
Local bloggers need to meet
Next time panda cage
 
Texas Rangers game.
Tiny baseball helmets filled
with ice cream. So good.

And that was old school.
Out underneath the left field
bleachers. Bleacher bum.
 
BLS Rankings
Is it us or is it them?
somethinng is awry

Sixty four is poor
advocacy stays solid
what has fallen? Bar?

Love,
Matt
 
Thank God for ballpark
food. Stuff-on-a-stick and beer
enliven boredom.
 
Who knows why rankings
have dropped? U.S. News keeps
keeps changing methods.

Year-to-year, rankings
compiled with diff'rent data.
Result? Trust in mag

Continues to wane.
Desperately seeking income,
mag clings to rankings

As lone viable
stream of revenue. It's all
about the money,

Not truly gauging
academic quality.
Law school rep stays high!
 
I challenged a friend
To eat a dog per inning
Made it to the sixth
 
ranch sunflower seeds
for 5 long hours makes mouth burn.
why is beer so much?
 
Beer. May cost a lot,
but it is certainly worth
every last penny!

Warm day. Sun is out.
Give me an eight dollar beer,
I'm a happy man.

Then the game starts. Out
trots another terrible
Rangers pitcher. Boo!
 
Man, the old ballpark
with the southwest sign in left
not a bad seat there

Then came the "ballpark
in Arlington" - stupid name
but cool stadium
 
Wesley ice cream bars,
Hot air, bright stadium lights
Ernie Harwell's voice

*!*!*!
Rays versus Red Sox
Time for another cold one
Red Sox lose the game
 
Today we bought a
new lawnmower. Canby is
just as boring as

Grosse Pointe, but it just
has way more livestock. But at
least we're home again.
 
Big League Chew teaches
Kids to chew tobacco, but
The grape flavor rules.
 
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