Friday, June 22, 2012
Haiku Friday: Baseball
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!
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Cleon Jones in left,
Tommie Agee in center,
Swoboda in right.
Way over their heads
is how the Mets played back then.
Oh, how we loved them!
Tommie Agee in center,
Swoboda in right.
Way over their heads
is how the Mets played back then.
Oh, how we loved them!
--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.
One out. One strike. One
moment 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.
moment 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.
# posted by 
: 9:43 AM
: 9:43 AM
SIT DOWN! Jeez Louise!
Don't care if he's your client!
Sacks are drunk! No outs!
Don't care if he's your client!
Sacks are drunk! No outs!
# posted by : 10:13 AM
: 10:13 AM
Pitch: And no one swings.
Pitcher looks at first base. Pitch:
And no one swings. Yawn.
Pitcher looks at first base. Pitch:
And no one swings. Yawn.
# posted by : 1:17 PM
: 1:17 PM
Weird that I am pretty sure Portland does not have a baseball team. Nor do they have a hockey team or a football team.
They 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.
They 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.
Whisperchild Starblonde
Left 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.
Left 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.
Six years old, they say
And 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
And 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
# posted by : 3:11 AM
: 3:11 AM
The boy hitched horses,
He 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?
He 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...
Bubble 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.
Bubble 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.
# posted by : 2:36 PM
: 2:36 PM
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.
Here's my haiku, after decades of living it:
Bart Giamatti
said "Baseball breaks your heart,
and is designed to."
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Here's my haiku, after decades of living it:
Bart Giamatti
said "Baseball breaks your heart,
and is designed to."
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