Baseball in Mexico City Feels Like Football in California

by Rajesh C. Oza

As comedian George Carlin famously said,

“Baseball begins in the spring, the season of new life.
Football begins in the fall, when everything’s dying …

In football you wear a helmet.
In baseball you wear a cap …

Football has hitting … and unnecessary roughness.
Baseball has the sacrifice.”

So what did the Giants and Padres sacrifice
In Mexico City’s elevation?

The beauty of a 1-0 shutout;
So many flailing arms in spent bullpens;

And a congested scorecard that seemed to replace
Baseball’s home runs with football’s touchdowns.

As the Giants’ announcer Jon Miller said repeatedly,
“¡Adiós pelota! ¡Adiós pelota! ¡Adiós pelota!”

 

Dr. Oza is a management consultant and facilitates the interpersonal dynamics of MBAs at Stanford University. His recently completed Double Play, written in Stanford’s novel-writing program, will be published in 2024 by Chicago’s Third World Press.

Hats Off to Randy

by James Finn Garner

In the international arena
With the boldness of a javelina
Randy Arozarena
Donned boots from the zapateria
And una gorra fina

Earning points for style
And making us smile
Didn’t a win compile
(Cheers to the nippophiles)
Still made BP worthwhile.

Spring Training, Japan

by Fred Lovato

Players push themselves
‘neath gray February skies
time to shake off rust

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Fred writes, “All Japanese teams end up in various places in my neck of the woods (Okinawa) from February 1st. The Yomiuri Giants and Hiroshima Carp send their minor league rosters here, while their first teams practice in Kyushu for the first two weeks, then come down for a couple of weeks. By the end of February/beginning of March, everyone returns to what Okinawans call “Mainland Japan” for the last bit of training before the season starts.”

Fire Cashman! Fire Boone!

by El Duque

Fire Cashman! Fire Boone!
No more crashes, tenth of June.

Fire Cashman! Fire Boone!
Send them both to Cameroon.

Fire Cashman! Fire Boone!
Quench their thirsts at Camp Lejeune.

Fire Cashman! Fire Boone!
Do it now, this afternoon.

Fire Cashman! Fire Boone!
Then fire yourself, you silver spoon.

This poem first appeared on the indispensable Yankee blog, It Is High, It Is Far, It Is….caught.