Do I care about major league baseball? Not very much! Is it back anyways? Yes!
Admittedly, some people (like IPLawGuy, pictured above), do care about opening day-- he is usually there, scorecard in hand. So, if you know a lot or a little, let's haiku about pro ball this week. Here, I will go first:
Old Ernie Harwell
That voice meant it was summer
(He made a lot up).
Now it is your turn! Just use the 5/7/5 syllable pattern, and have some fun....
Cubs’ Harry Carey
ReplyDeleteBest announcer in baseball
Trademark ‘Hooooly cow!”
Sweet crack of the bat
ReplyDeleteImmaculate uniforms
It's time to play ball
It is nuts: after
ReplyDeleteyears of debate the Squirrels
have a brand-new nest!
Went to Twins game one
ReplyDeleteIt was cold and power went out
Left by inning two
Cardinals flew bold
ReplyDeleteIn cabin all art forms, lived
Every single game.
They punctuated
ReplyDeleteEach base,colored the green,waiting—
For man, ball. Moon rose.
Greased pigs ran like wind,
ReplyDeleteNun massaged, shenanigans—
Theatre and thrills.
Gritty and greasy
ReplyDeleteGrand old Tiger Stadium
Steel girdered Mecca
Dark and cavernous
Probe through the crowded concourse
Churning masses. Noise
Decipher the codes
The clues painted on the walls
Where do I belong?
A portal revealed
Sunlight and emerald green
Exhilarating !
Great description. Loved the ramps we walked up to find our seats.
DeleteWatching the Bulls in
ReplyDeleteDurham — no lollygagging,
no crying. Just joy!
White Sox claim to fame
ReplyDeleteFan who is now the pontiff
Southsider Leo*
*(Daaaa Pope!)