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Sandlot World Series

Some walked, others biked
As we gathered at the park
There was Jimmy, Peewee
Ricky, Billy and Mark
Neighborhood boys
From blocks around, they'd descend
For the Sandlot World Series
It was friend against friend

There were seven to a side
The bat was tossed to Bob
It was fist top of fist
'til a thumb crossed the knob
Back and forth went the score
Our pride made us care
The other team would storm back
And the tempers would flare

I was Mickey Mantle
Stuck out in right field
With a gun for an arm 
Two bare feet for wheels
In inning number seven
And getting quite late
The tying run once again
Strode across the plate

After Tommy struck out
It was our turn to bat
We were cheering and yelling
Shaking our rally hats
Peewee lined a single
He was always big trouble
Then Steve, my brother
Lucked out with a double

It was second and third
With nobody out
When I stepped to the plate
Jimmy's mom gave a shout
Then I heard my dad
Holler,"Time to eat"
The game ended in a tie
As none wanted to get beat.

In nineteen sixty six
On a hot August day
There were fourteen friends
Who gathered to play
Not the first nor the last
That ended a little teary
As supper time brought a tie
To the Sandlot World Series


    Feb 15 2017
  by Daniel Turner

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Deborah Burch March 2, 2017 at 5:25 PM Wonderfully clever, Daniel!! :) Big Hugggs and Congratulations!! Deb

Kai Michael Neumann March 2, 2017 at 4:57 AM Congratulations on your win, Kai

John Lawless March 1, 2017 at 8:45 PM Well done Daniel..brought me back to those days of endless time and an endless game....

Doug Vinson March 1, 2017 at 4:05 PM Dang, those kids look skinny in that picture. Daniel, great write. : ) We too had a PeeWee, Jimmy and Mark.... Plus Karl, Ronnie, Mac, Ten-Ton Tony, Darryl and me. PeeWee's real name was Sheldon Melton. Ouch. Daniel Turner March 1, 2017 at 4:59 PM Our PeeWee's real name was Don Harwood:) Hard times made for skinny kids, plus we were very active. We did not have any overweight kids in our neighborhood. Thank you for friendly visits, Doug:)

Darren White March 1, 2017 at 3:25 PM Oh Daniel, I love this... The game itself doesn't mean a thing to me, but your poem about friendship sure does :) Congratulations. Daniel Turner March 1, 2017 at 4:56 PM My childhood friends were the best part of growing up. Thank you, Darren:)

D.W. Rodgers March 1, 2017 at 1:39 PM touching and the best way to end the series, Congrats on yor wim Daniel Turner March 1, 2017 at 4:55 PM Thank you, Dave:)

Frederic Parker March 1, 2017 at 12:30 PM nice poem capturing the game I truly love, congratulations on your win Daniel Turner March 1, 2017 at 4:55 PM Thank you, Frederic:)

John Hamilton March 1, 2017 at 9:21 AM Really great write Danny, really brought back memories for me, although it was street hockey in the summer for me, I'm Canadian eh! Congrats on a great write and win! Daniel Turner March 1, 2017 at 10:51 AM Thank you, John. I won't hold it against you. Lol

Kim Rodrigues March 1, 2017 at 6:43 AM Love this! Congrats, Daniel! Daniel Turner March 1, 2017 at 10:50 AM Thank you, Mrs Kim:)

Phillip Garcia March 1, 2017 at 5:32 AM I feel like you probably would have been intentionally walked in that situation so I'm not sure what all the fuss is about :) I loved rich imagery and the nod to the history of the game intertwined with childhood memories. Congrats DT Daniel Turner March 1, 2017 at 9:51 AM I don't know about your neighborhood but there were no free passes in our neighborhood. Lol Thank you, Phillip. I am honored by my placement in your contest. The sad part is, the Astros are not going to the world series this year either:(

Cheryl Hoffman February 16, 2017 at 9:22 PM Very endearing nostalgic write Daniel~used to play with the neighborhood kids in the suburb streets when little~Enjoyed!~Che :) Daniel Turner March 1, 2017 at 9:49 AM Good for you, Mrs Cheryl:) I never had anything against girls playing ball. Thank you for the friendly visit:)

Akkina Downing February 16, 2017 at 4:49 PM Fabulous story Danny. I'm sure it brought joy to your heart to write about your childhood memory. A beauty :) Daniel Turner February 16, 2017 at 6:47 PM It was just a great time to be a kid:) Thank you, Kina.

Nette Onclaud February 16, 2017 at 1:51 PM you walked me through memory lane, daniel.. enjoyed the attention to details of a ball-scene... beautiful work from your pen!..huggs Daniel Turner February 16, 2017 at 6:47 PM Thank you, nette:)

Winged Warrior February 16, 2017 at 1:31 PM Ah, the good old days...all you needed was a ball...bat...mitt...and spit...great verse Daniel...god bless...^WW^ Daniel Turner February 16, 2017 at 6:46 PM Ah, you ain't hurt, rub some dirt on it. Let's play ball:) Thanks Wingman.

Eve Roper February 16, 2017 at 1:18 PM Nice write, Daniel, I love the step by step play very descriptive..a 7. Hugs Eve Daniel Turner February 16, 2017 at 6:45 PM Thank you, Mrs Eve. I suppose it is a ballet of sorts:)

Joseph May February 16, 2017 at 12:32 PM Whether it be baseball or any other sport, kids everywhere gather for their own championship series...And those memories have their own halls of fame...Great story Daniel.. Daniel Turner February 16, 2017 at 6:44 PM Thank you, Joseph:) That is just where they belong!

Ilene Bauer February 16, 2017 at 11:21 AM a wonderful memory set to rhyme! i enjoyed every word of this, daniel, and i almost expected to see my brothers in that picture... Daniel Turner February 16, 2017 at 11:25 AM It was a great time to be a kid, Mrs Ilene:) Thank you for the lovely visit.

Roy Pett February 16, 2017 at 10:03 AM This is a great story so well written, great memories never end, really enjoyed, Roy. Daniel Turner February 16, 2017 at 11:23 AM Thank you, Roy:)

Probir Gupta February 16, 2017 at 9:02 AM Recollecting or reading about fond memories is always a great joy ... And if it is a superb write like this one, our delight is much greater ... a wonderful poem .... Daniel Turner February 16, 2017 at 11:23 AM Thank you, Probir:) Batter up!

Chris Green February 16, 2017 at 6:56 AM Daniel, oh how I miss those days in the neighborhood. Any vacant lot was turned into a ball field and baseball was it. So many memories you have brought back to me with this wonderful poem. Thank you for sharing this. Oh and I was Johnny Callison (Phillies) Daniel Turner February 16, 2017 at 8:53 AM Chris, it seems like everyone who played in those days is now in the Hall of Fame. The first year they went on strike was the last year I watched baseball. I couldn't understand why they were striking." They were playing baseball," for Christ's sake. Thank you for the friendly visit:)

Joanna Daniel February 16, 2017 at 2:39 AM I like this friendly version of baseball, DT:) amazing:) Daniel Turner February 16, 2017 at 8:47 AM Thank you, Jo. It was a great time to be a kid:)

Elizabeth Kinch February 16, 2017 at 1:24 AM This is great, evoking many memories of my own playtime with friends. Love it. Daniel Turner February 16, 2017 at 8:46 AM Thank you, Elizabeth. Really fond memories:)

Tim Smith February 15, 2017 at 11:34 PM I love this...Many a day we played until the streetlights came on....A 14 and favorite...As in the words of Ernie Banks. " Let's play two" Daniel Turner February 16, 2017 at 8:44 AM We didn't have street lights out in the country, so dark meant time to call it a day. Thanks Tim:)