Best Sportsbaseball Poems
The Senators felt it was time to leave DC.
They sought a new home in another part of the country.
No team had ever had such bad luck as this.
Their fans did not consider last-place finishes bliss.
These boys decided to move to St. Paul and Minneapolis.
Minnesota welcomed them as the “Twins” was their new name.
Fine young talent made the team play a better game.
Quality baseball was for what the franchise did strive.
An American League pennant was achieved in 1965.
Winning games is what they continue to do today.
The Minnesota Twins baseball team is here to stay.
The crowd stood up and roared as
he came up to bat and scored
entertaining our rowdy bunch in center field.
Say Hey was born a poor black boy in
Alabama and went all the way to the big leagues in New
York and then to the S.F. Giants.
His real name was Willie Howard Mays, Jr. wearing number
eight for twenty-two
years until his final game in 1973.
Kind as kind could be and much beloved, he was
inducted into the Hall of Fame in 1979
doing baseball the old-fashioned way. Say Hey !!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ For Matt's baseball contest ~~~~~~~~~~~~
It was the best cherry-cola that I ever had.
It’s the aftertaste now that’s incredibly bad.
It was 1953, at the corner Five and Dime.
I still think it might have been some sort of crime.
I had saved enough money from mowing some yards,
to buy one more pack of Topps Baseball Cards.
As I peeled back the wrapper, anticipation grew,
hoping to find an all-star, maybe two.
But, treasure doesn’t always appear like one thinks.
“Nothing” I yelled out, “This totally stinks.”
Some rookie named Mantle was all that I found.
“Fat chance of him ever sticking around.”
My buddy there with me was a big Yankees fan,
a sucker, I thought, for my ingenious plan.
With considerable effort, I convinced him to swap,
my “worthless” card for his “priceless” pop.
The bottle’s still worth a nickel at the store,
The “Mick”? I’d guess, just a little bit more.
It sits on my shelf, like a trophy I earned,
A reminder to me of a lesson once learned.
Note: The 1952 Rookie Mickey Mantle card has been
valued at over $50,000 by some price guides. – Wow!
I have lots of old baseball cards I collected as a kid, but
not this one. I wrote this as I watched an old-timer tell
a shop-owner about one that “got-away.”
All radios and TVs
are tuned to the baseball game.
Our beloved team is winning.
Every day it is the same.
They are playing on the home field
to yet another sell-out.
Home runs and stolen bases
put the other team to rout.
We're caught up in the magic.
you have to love these guys.
No inflated ego among them,
they are heroes to our eyes.
They're like a well-oiled fine machine.
Every player does his part.
Hardly a soul in our state
hasn't taken them to heart.
One hundred sixteen wins behind them
in this baseball season.
They're the winningest team in America.
The World Series's within reason.
But if, for all our confidence,
they fail to win that prize,
we've already had our money's worth
and we all love those guys.