I'm proud to announce that our own IPLawGuy was featured in the Atlantic recently in an article on Baseball's Worst Fans. In fact, he is literally the poster child for poorly behaved fandom! I couldn't be more proud.
So, let's haiku about baseball. If you don't like the game, just use it as, uh, a metaphor for something else. (One good thing about the people on this blog is that I can just kind of assume that almost everyone knows what a metaphor is).
Here is mine:
It's Cubs vs.Twins!
Someone had to win, right? Right?
A beautiful day.
Now, you go! Make the first line 5 syllables, the second line about 7, and shoot for 5 on the third. The winner gets either their bio here on Monday or may submit a photo of themselves for publication.
So, write!
Cleon Jones in left,
ReplyDeleteTommie Agee in center,
Swoboda in right.
Way over their heads
is how the Mets played back then.
Oh, how we loved them!
Ernie's voice, crisp, alive
ReplyDelete"foul ball caught by the fan from...."
I am fast alseep
Daddy I'm here!
ReplyDeleteBehold the Green Monster
Spy it from heaven?
Demetra, you know
ReplyDeleteAt Wrigley Field, the team's dead
While the fans live on.
Thirty Three Year wait
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First Place! Let's Go Nats!
--The Prof failed to mention that the article was written by one of our fraternity brothers, Steve Tuttle, formerly of Newsweek. Steve has written about a multitude of topics, including his own battle with cancer and the absurdity of Crocs as footwear.
ReplyDeleteOne out. One strike. One
ReplyDeletemoment from a World Series
for the Rangers...ugh...
Ball hit to shortstop.
Kid has made that play thousand
times. Boots it. Two hit
batters later and
the Baylor Bears miss College
World Series. Two outs.
But come next spring, I'll
be there again. That's just how
baseball go. Love it.
"Dad" for thirty years.
ReplyDeleteSharing Rangers memories
made us closest friends.
We all know that Tom
ReplyDeletetakes his kids to Nats games just
for extra free stuff.
SIT DOWN! Jeez Louise!
ReplyDeleteDon't care if he's your client!
Sacks are drunk! No outs!
Nats are looking good.
ReplyDeleteI want to believe. I do.
But Yanks series sucked.
Pitch: And no one swings.
ReplyDeletePitcher looks at first base. Pitch:
And no one swings. Yawn.
Crocs Rock.
ReplyDeleteBaseball takes SO LONG
Just to play one inning but
The food's pretty good.
Weird that I am pretty sure Portland does not have a baseball team. Nor do they have a hockey team or a football team.
ReplyDeleteThey do have a Soccer team, and people actually go to the games. They have their own stadium and everything.
Here in Portland only the WEIRD sports prevail. Just Pro Basketball and soccer and then some of the lesser known kooky sports like Rugby, Hackey Sack, and People going up on Mt Hood to get Lost and Never Come Back. If that is not yet an OFFICIAL sport It should be. People do it every day.
First job out of School
ReplyDeleteMemorial Stadium
Long walk from my house
Whisperchild Starblonde
ReplyDeleteLeft Chanel kiss on his heart
Joltin'Joe: Need you now.
I met him in 1975.
AnnaMaria's. New York.
His sad eyes held Blonde.
Watching his old games
I wished I could move like that
Muscles flowed silver.
Failure, misery;
ReplyDeleteStaring down adversity.
Having fun. Baseball.
-RJ
Six years old, they say
ReplyDeleteAnd I'm on the kitchen floor
Reading baseball box scores.
I'm fifty-eight now,
But I can still name all of
The '64 Cards.
No other passion
No other hobby endures
Like baseball still holds
College or minors
Majors or pickup its still
Baseball to me. Mystic.
Bob
AM radio
ReplyDeletecrackles, muddy nighttime air
I hear the bat crack
The boy hitched horses,
ReplyDeleteHe plowed and milked cows.Dad gone.
Baseball his Disney.
Older now with kids
he could only breathe when Cards
Played.Lost cares in games.
Wind blew on his farm.
Tasted dirt in his sandwich.
Wondered: Cards ahead?
- Boys of Summer...
ReplyDeleteBubble gum and "Topps"
Like Astaire and Rogers go.
tires turn - "Cards", click / clack
Bob - Fond memories too...
Sportsman's Park, Thursday, October 15, 1964, Game 7 - first pitch during Mr Schomer's 10th Grade English class pitted brother (Clete) against brother (Ken).
Bob on the hill with Tim behind the plate - around the horn with Ken on third, Dick at short, Dal and second and Bill at first. Fleet Lou and Curt patrolled left and center, with Mike planted in right.
I believe homers off Gibson accounted for all the runs given up on his way to Series MVP and ending an 18 year drought since their last World Series win in '46.
Anonymous Bob's story was mine, as well, although my allegiance switched from the Cards to the Colt 45's/Astros when they were birthed.
ReplyDeleteHere's my haiku, after decades of living it:
Bart Giamatti
said "Baseball breaks your heart,
and is designed to."
Harmon Killebrew,
ReplyDeleteEven made the lowly Twins,
Interesting team.