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Premium Member The Beauty Of Baseball

What is it about baseball that makes is so great... 
Is it hitting a hundred mph fastball while at the plate? 
Is It that amazing feeling to field a lightning ground ball 
Or the leaping catch-made that was over the wall 
Hitting home runs and clearing the bases 
Sure, puts a smile on your teammates faces 
In baseball you can steal a base and not get in trouble 
Statistics prove that most hitters all have a double 
Fans get excited they scream and they shout... 
to the umpires that call- "Safe or Yer out! 
One, two, three outs in an inning 
The managers' done well... if his team is winning 
The benchwarmers wait, in hopes to get an at-bat 
And the pitcher gets a (K) and a tip of the hat... 
from teammates or players on the other sides team 
Hitting grand-slams is a pinch-hitters dream 
But the best thing about baseball to me, I must say 
Is it's a beautiful game that all ages can play 
I was sixty-five years old when I finally retired 
Well, actually it was my brother, (the manager) ... 
Who said "I was fired"

Premium Member Baseball Footles

// Apologies to all who do not follow the sport of baseball. My team is in the playoffs for the first time since 2006 and I wanted to celebrate the occasion //

fans came
big game

they scream
cheer team

the boys
love noise

gloves wield
on field

defense
makes sense

line drive
great dive!

ground ball
close call

third strike
we like!

three outs
coach pouts

down one
need run

fast guy
hits fly

drops in
legs spin

he'll race…
third base

big slide
throw's wide

"He's safe!"
they chafe

sac fly
to tie!

fans roar
at score

game tied
nerves fried

next up:
the pup

young Matt
swings bat

big one…
home run?

don't scoff -
walk off!

team wins
huge grins

our score
was more

our scamps
are champs!

// big thanks to Panagiota who inspired me to do this, also to Brian Strand who invented this form and Jan and Tom who are fun and brilliant advocates of it //


written 1 Oct 2020

Walking Through Time (Part Two)

The next instant found myself soaking wet.
We were all swinging naked from a rope
That hung from a trestle. I’ll not forget
The first time I let go of the towrope.
Plunging into the fast current river
That swept me downstream, desperately
Fighting the fast water that delivered
Me to shore, embarrassed and with skinned knees.
If mom sees these bloodied knees, I’m dead meat.
I could say it happen playing baseball
Yea! Playing in the middle of the street
But will she believe catching a ground ball?
Why don’t I tell her the actual truth?
No way! That might just cost me a front tooth.
I sensed my mind was tiring. The present
Was emerging as quickly as the past
Disappeared. I’m myself again. This meant
A lot to me. Too bad it didn’t last.


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