Chin Music

by Dan Provost

Gibson would back you
off the plate on a bet.

Pedro had no illusions—
He just hated your guts
if you had a different color uniform.

Nolan Ryan didn’t care if
his 98 MPH fastball hit
a hip, arm, or leg.

Charge the mound for respect?

Next inning?
More chin music…

A nuanced, non-written
rule of the
National Pastime.

 

A former collegiate offensive lineman and football coach, Dan Provost’s poetry has been published in many print and online magazines. He lives in Berlin, New Hampshire with his wife, Laura, and dog, Bella.

Catching Mr. Crandall

by Joseph Simone

In memory of Del Crandall, catcher for the Boston and Milwaukee Braves (1930-2021)

A stocky kid from the Bronx
I was bent on being the next Yogi.
So, when given the chance to get
A signed Del Crandall mitt, I said,
Yes, please, and gladly crouched behind the plate.

Your perfect gauntlet gave me confidence,
Let me use my armor to block home,
Throw out runners and somehow guide pitchers.
I rooted for you, sir (except for the ’57 and ’58 Series).
Easy crossing, Mr. Crandall.  Hi to Yogi and Roy.

New Game in Town?

by Stephen jones

40 games so far this season,
And four no-hitters–so far.
Pundits and knowalls project
At least 12, maybe 16, in the end.

This is uncharted territory–or is it,
Given the “new age” we’re living in–
Where it’s either long ball or strikeout,
And very little between the lines.

 

Helen Callaghan

by Michael Ceraolo

Fathers playing catch with sons? Sure
But what about mothers playing catch with sons?
Or anybody playing catch with daughters?
Obviously, somebody played catch with us
or we wouldn’t have become ballplayers
And where well over a hundred fathers
have had sons who also became major-league ballplayers,
I am the only mother who had a son
who also became a major-league ballplayer
And since, as of today, there is no league
where women can play baseball,
I will, sadly, have that distinction
for the foreseeable future

 

New MLB Stat

by Stephen Jones

No team this season
Is, for some reason,
Over .600 after 30 games

What is the motivation–
And much consternation–
For this MLB stat?

Is it filthy pitching,
Or awful hitting,
Or a combination of both?