Monday, December 30, 2024
Poems of games
Can I just say? Anonymous (anonymouses?) are bringing it. I loved this haiku:
And we were there in
This Cathedral of Baseball
Moon rising o’erhead.
This Cathedral of Baseball
Moon rising o’erhead.
This one tells a story, too:
He could sit by his
New-fangled radio and
Hear Cards play all games.
New-fangled radio and
Hear Cards play all games.
And to understand this one, well, Othello is a high school in Washington State where some very good students come from:
Othello Huskies
Ran onto the field
We cheered storm of hope.
Ran onto the field
We cheered storm of hope.
This poem is very Minnesota:
A walk—Linden Hills
Shopping held tight she looked up—
Into smile—Kirby!!
Shopping held tight she looked up—
Into smile—Kirby!!
The Medievalist has Baylor in him from way back, and I love how he put it:
Watching Baylor play
In the Cotten Bowl in
1974.
I was just a kid,
Getting to know my future
Employer and home.
In the Cotten Bowl in
1974.
I was just a kid,
Getting to know my future
Employer and home.
And from the DC contingent, Des follows the Commanders:
Beating New Orleans
by a point! Come from behind,
burgundy and gold!
by a point! Come from behind,
burgundy and gold!
And IPLawGuy harkens back to when DC's closest team was in Baltimore:
Seen Two No Hitters
World Series, All Star, Cal's Streak
First game, crystal clear.
World Series, All Star, Cal's Streak
First game, crystal clear.
