Try not to get scared, scariest stories
I was just in my room, socking it. That’s when Larry and the creature, and they pickled my chilli dog, and that’s when Larry. I was driving in my Bergen truck, drunk, that’s when I saw a deer, I was later pulled over for DUI and killing a deer. Asgore. Once Diddy diddled my diddle he did. James?
Yamamoto's pitching. It's in the bag,
The Dodgers will win a pennant flag.
Of course, they'll win. How can they not?
The answer, friend, is Tanner Scott.
You picked a fine time to leave me, Luis Gil,
with play-offs in progress, it’s quite a big deal.
I’m not keen on Slater -
a Bellinger-hater –
I need you on first base, to steal.
In ol’ Amarillo,
across from ‘My Pillow’,
in a Starbucks I put in my buds.
When Jake Tapper said it,
I checked it on Reddit:
needing comfort, I went for some suds.
But beer don’t cure hurtin’
- I’ve learned that for certain –
I ain’t found no substance that does.
And heading for glory
- they’ve got Trevor Story -
those Red Sox are laughin’ at us!
You ruled your world
The largest creature around
But that was so long ago
Extinction found you
Lost to all of time
But one was found
Hidden in Lake Pleasant
Just fragile bones
Locked away in a museum
But now you are remembered
A baseball team honors you
May the Moon Mammoths live forever
XIII/IX/MMXXV
LRET
"The answer is blowin' in the wind" ~ Bob Dylan, 1963
One fine day, I sat upon my hammock, swayin'.
I heard the breeze, and asked, "what are you sayin?"
"Would you truly like to know?", he said with a gust,
"I'll tell you if I must", stirring up some dust.
I'm as old as the world. I've seen all places.
I recall everything that time erases.
I've visited battlefields and soldiers, brave,
and cemeteries, with many a lonely grave.
I caressed Indian grass and cottonwood trees.
I pushed ships carrying horses, guns, and disease.
I carried jasmine perfume aloft in the air
and mussed up Rapunzel's long and golden hair.
I wafted through an orphanage where children play.
I puffed Babe Ruth's called home run one October day.
There's just one remaining thing I forgot to say,
The wind never gives anything away".
Yet, I understood not a word the wind had said,
for he blew me off my hammock onto my head.
Oh, what I'd know if it weren't that I were dead.
There she was all by her lonesome
Forty-thousand people were there
Sitting in the stands by herself
She got hit with a foul baseball
They carried her on a stretcher
So that they can attend to her
As they approached the exit door
She got hit by another ball
unbelievable
last ball game he’d ever see
grand slam ball for dad
My Person
I can't wait for the day
When my Person
Get me
Like he asks
Hey, how was your day ?
Saying all kinds of things
I like him to say
Compliments I dig those
Be my man
Let it show
I want that real glow
The butterflies ??
By my boy
Ooooohh you give me joy
I love conversing
With my Person
He gets me
He knows
The love he has for me
It shows
When I get good news
You are the first one I call
You like my personal attorney
You know it all
I trust you , you trust me
That's how it's supposed to be
Late talks
Night walks
We fell for each other
Who was at fault
When feelings are caught
And they feel right
We feel all cheesy
When we in each other sight
I love conversing
With my Person
He gets me
He knows
The love he has for me
It shows
Hook
I cant hide it
And neither can you
My Person, make me feel brand new
(Repeat 1x)
I love conversing
With my Person
He gets me
He knows
The love he has for me
It shows
(Repeat until chorus fades )
Written by Concetta Hardnett
08/20/2025
I swung a magazine in a speeding blaze,
and killed five houseflies in three days.
My statistics are good, and for my money,
I'm better than Shohei Ohtunny.
Ryne Sandberg has passed away
For this special soul, baseball prays
One year he could not give his all every day
What’d he do? ~ He gave back his pay*
____________________________________
*That year, Ryne had inked a contract for the
highest single-year salary every paid a base-
ball player to that point in time. Approximate-
ly 8.7 million dollars. He left the team in June,
returning all of his unearned salary to his
astonished team, the Chicago Cubs.
Anticipation is like hitting a single
Expectation is like hitting a double
Participation is like hitting a triple
Revelation is like hitting a homerun
Though they fell into an abyss,
I don't think it's the apocalypse.
So, nevertheless and all the same,
I'll watch today's Dodgers game.
My doctor warned me not to fall.
Should I give up on big league ball?
Chicago Cubs stumble their way to another loss tonight
~ tripping over their own press clippings
We used to be huge baseball fans
(The Yankees, but, of course!)
And followed all their games and cheered
Until our throats were hoarse.
Our fervor somehow waned and now
We couldn’t even name
The players on the team, although
We still enjoy the game.
While visiting Milwaukee,
We learned there would be a match
Of the Brewers and the Pittsburgh Pirates
Which we (pun!) could catch.
The Pirates pitcher, we found out,
Had quite an arm to wield,
So my husband got us tickets
And we headed to the field.
Their ballpark is a beauty
And we joined in with the crowd
Rooting for their favorite Brewers
As instructed – very loud!
At inning six, a race is held;
Five “sausages” compete.
The winner was Chorizo,
Bratwurst,* sadly, in defeat.
The final score was 4-2,
The Brewers with the prize,
The Pirate pitcher taken out,
Which was a big surprise.
Despite not being N.L.**fans,
We had a lot of fun,
For certain sayings hit the mark
And “When in Rome…” is one.
*The others include Hot Dog, Italian and Polish
**National League
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