Get Your Premium Membership

The Old Ball Game

Poet's Notes
(Show)

Become a Premium Member and post notes and photos about your poem like Andrea Dietrich.



htps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-sBLNN_r0lkImage result for take me out to the ball game image

Image result for take me out to the ball game image

When I was a child, summer at my Aunt Joanne’s meant staying out as late as it took the sun to set! And mostly with my cousin Chris, I threw a baseball back and forth with exhilaration each time I felt the impact of Chris having thrown the ball right smack in the center of my glove. Chris’ dad, my Uncle Clifford, loved his baseball! One time I remember being loaded with the other kids into his old car, summer wind blowing through my hair, as he drove us to a game in Davenport. Uncle Clifford used to play on that same diamond where he took us to watch that game. I wasn’t all that keen on it. But the atmosphere was so lively. Vendors selling hot dogs, cracker jacks, and candy - this was my childhood delight! I am sure I must have cheered for a team of which I knew absolutely nothing, mimicking my elders there in the stadium as wildly they called out their reactions to the game. In school I played baseball myself, standing like a statue in the outfield. It was more exciting to watch my brother Dale from the stand, those long hot summer afternoons as he played on his league. It would be at least twenty years later that I would sit and cheer for a baseball game again - this time for my son in Little League. Rooting for a loved one makes the game more alive for me! Grimacing with every strike my son made; standing up and going crazy when at last . . . he knocked it out far into right field! Glowing with pride that my son’s forte was as catcher and watching him in all his gear behind home plate. When I hear the old familiar song Take Me Out To the Ballgame, it reminds me of the simple pleasures of my youth, a time when life was slower paced and those summer days with my cousins. America’s pastime, which has trained so many kids to love being part of a team, now seems to take a back seat to that rowdy sport called football. But give ME a game I can follow, a game that through time I came to love. My Uncle Clifford has since passed away; oh to spend one more day with him at the old ball game! Feb. 24, 2017 For Phillip Garcia's The National Pasttime Poetry Contest

Copyright © | Year Posted 2017




Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.

Please Login to post a comment

Date: 1/10/2021 11:59:00 PM
I suppose it's not hard to guess why this is going in my faves... it's a well-written, nostalgic look at my favorite sport by my favorite living poet. This gets a big smile and two thumbs up from me ~ John
Login to Reply
Date: 2/27/2017 2:43:00 AM
Wonderful memories of a game.
Login to Reply
Date: 2/26/2017 8:16:00 PM
Time travelling. :)
Login to Reply
Date: 2/26/2017 11:03:00 AM
Special moments that kindle the imagination and stir the heart are what make life worth living. You've revealed some personal moments in time and shared them with us all. Great write, Emile.
Login to Reply
Date: 2/25/2017 9:00:00 PM
The nostalgia is wonderful Andrea! This really takes one back to memories that every child should experience :-) I love everything about this, A classic, that feels good, with lots of smiles! :-) Fabulous! blessings, lynn
Login to Reply
Date: 2/25/2017 8:35:00 PM
This is a wonderful poem :) as like you I too took two of my boys to their ball games now my grandchildren.. It keeps our minds and memories fresh and youthful... good luck in the contest... Hugs Eve
Login to Reply
Date: 2/25/2017 7:36:00 PM
I too relate to baseball instead of football, broke my finger playing softball. I enjoyed reading about your fun memories. ; ) 7
Login to Reply
Date: 2/25/2017 4:07:00 PM
A trip down memory lane, touching all the bases and bringing it home, to the 'old ball game'
Login to Reply
Date: 2/25/2017 3:29:00 PM
Great memories, Andrea! I don't have many baseball memories of my own, but I enjoy watching a good game. I tried to write something g for the contest, but everything I came up with sounded cliche, so I'm leaving that one alone! Lots of luck...I know you'll do well! Hugs, Rhonda
Login to Reply
Date: 2/25/2017 11:43:00 AM
Enthusiasm for baseball and other sports is contagious. I enjoyed watching my brother play too, Andrea. I like the way you convey your history of experiences with the sport. My Dad used to coach little league. When he was in a coma, we sang "Take Me Out to the Ballgame" just to let him know we were there. Aces for your poem. It brought back memories.
Login to Reply
Date: 2/25/2017 8:23:00 AM
This is perfect for the theme of this contest, Andrea. As I commented elsewhere, baseball is not that popular over here. It will be fun to have a game of badminton with you :) Regards // paul
Login to Reply
Date: 2/25/2017 8:23:00 AM
There was a time when baseball was king. I remember it well. Love this nostalgic write, Andrea. Good luck my friend:)
Login to Reply
Date: 2/25/2017 8:18:00 AM
I have so many fond memories associated with the game, Americas pastime. Your piece could be anyone's thoughts that grew up when I did. You brought it all back to me, thanks Andrea...
Login to Reply
Date: 2/25/2017 3:50:00 AM
Beautiful. Baseball has always had my heart. We used to sneak off Saturday mornings after chores and ride 3 busses to get to Old Comiskey Stadium...A bleacher seat cost $1.25...I would keep score...I just loved the roar is the crowd, the sound of the ball off the bat and running like wild to try and retrieve a foul ball souvenir.
Login to Reply