The Last Time I Saw Maris
by Joe Pacheco
The last time I saw Maris
His hair was thin and gray,
He’d only hit just one home run
Since last Memorial Day.
The last time I saw Maris
His record still at risk,
In Babe Ruth’s town they’d brought him down
With bogus asterisk.
He smiled through all the muted cheers
That he had heard for years,
The chorus of ingratitude
Still ringing in his ears.
The last time I saw Maris
Was on Old-Timers Day,
Before the steroid sluggers
Came to batter his fame away.
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Posted 4/15/2010
Opening Day
by Stephen Jones
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Like Christmas a day
to be opened
bat and ball ball and bat
to argue in summer sunshine
disputing calls/balls on base
here/there and beer and brats
and then a quiet ride home
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Posted 4/14/10
April 1, 2010
by Doug Fahrendorff
Football done
Except perhaps in New Orleans
Basketball nearly so
The carousel of seasons
Has turned again
Baseball,the harbinger of spring
Working it’s way north
Soon from playgrounds
To “The show”
A new seaon will begin
Play ball!
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Posted 4/8/2010
Opening Day
by Stephen Jones
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OK OK it’s time
for hardball and bat
for a smack! or a ding!
now Spring later Summer
beginning with
good-natured arguments
in hardbacked seats
speculations jostling
’til October
when the game really begins
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Posted 4/6/2010