Baseball seasons here
Starts when summer is near
If the first baseman catches the ball
I hope the ump makes a good call
Eating sunflower seeds
Winning is what we need
That means school being out is near
Until next year
by jake doyle
Shoeless Joe an idiot
and still baseball’s patriot
baseball is his passion
he’s not a subtraction
he was pushed out of baseball
for not being smart at all
lacking knowledge is no crime
remove his name from the grime
Joe Jackson placed in shame
he should be Hall of Fame
I’ll say again he did nothing wrong
He played this game of baseball real strong
When I closed my eyes and fell asleep in the premature hours of dawn
I never dreamed Your face would be
The next I’d look upon
My vehicle came to rest against the square concrete pylon
And those who found me declared to all
“It appears as though he’s gone”
They said I had the look of peace upon my face so fair
And in my lap my hands were laid
As if God placed them there
Just underneath those hands of mine my Gummy Bears were found
How is it that they rested there
And were not tossed around
You chose for me the greatest dad and mother one could have
And my sister; she’s so beautiful
Will you hold her for me Dad
For all of those that knew me knew how much I loved the game
But they also knew I loved you Lord
And someday you’d call my name
I’m grateful that I prayed the prayer to receive you in my heart
Now I know for sure that heaven is real
And we two shall never part
My final game was played that day as I heard you say “well done”
I ran into my dwelling place
Where I’m truly “safe at home”
Dedicated to RJ Ledesma jr who was called from this earth much to soon. May you rest in the Lord's care till we see you again. October 29, 1992 - September 24, 2011
His life had boiled down to this one moment
Nerves shaking but could never show it
A lifetime of practice to get to this fall day
Always saying goodbye & never getting to stay
The half dirt covered plate at his feet
As thousands waiting to leave their seat
Years of not knowing if he could ever get here
He looks up and his mind never this clear
Cheers all around fade away
Today was his day
He has but a single task
The question yet to be asked
His stance he choose to switch
And from a knee here comes the pitch
She said yes
Who am I?
Am I defined by what is near in sight?
Am I defined by what I have done,
Or am I defined by what I could become?
Perhaps I'm of no use.
To him, or her, or I, nor you.
Or perhaps I'm too misunderstood to be defined,
And it is something like understanding that comes in time.
And if to the world I'm never shown,
Yet in my own light I've grown and grown,
And so I can know no happiness but my own--
The reason for my smile, to you, will forever be unknown.
I do not pray for the world to know my name.
For it and verse; the letters are the same.
And if a man should find his sorrow in what he reads,
I pray his pain my words to keep.
Should his eyes rain on my page,
Better tears than storms of rage.
And if a man should find his sorrow in what he reads.
I pray his pain my words to keep.
And if to the world you're never shown,
Yet in your own light you've grown and grown,
And so you know no happiness but your own.
Let the reason for your smile, to you, only be known.
Shut your mouth Katei
Don't let that slip out
You know it's a legion
From society's lower regions
Trying to lead you to confession
After breaking from frustration
They did break you down
Tore you up, but you're back up now
Ignore that shit
They have no intentions to be legit
If you cant trust them why trust thier proof
Always remember enemies don't need an excuse
Now look at ya, yeah, we're setting here grinning
No important name slipped out, yeah you're winning
Besides if it were him, the only ones advice you'd follow
Then surely he'd have the balls, his pride he'd swallow
He would know enough to send a Direct text
But, its not him, you' re up to bat now..... next !
Five thirty, wearily she slides her aching body out of her bed
Fifteen minutes to get herself together and wake his little head
The sun is just peeking over the horizon but they are on the road
Her head's throbbing must stop for coffee to get into mommy mode
Onto the interstate for an hour drive to another big baseball game
Not making big money, no shoe endorsements, not a hint of fame
Her little slugger ties up his cleats and heads out onto the field
Cheering words of encouragement, oh the many smiles it does yield
Whether they win or lose it is always the same, son you played great
He just nods his head with a whatever grin and says what's to eat
Week after week, all through the spring, the routine goes on
Relaxing, yard work, shopping, family parties all foregone
She takes it all in stride staying cool and calm
Just another day in the life of a baseball mom
*Dedicated to all the travel baseball mom's.
You have my utmost respect. Thank you *