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  1. brian backman wrote,

    Jim,

    Thought you would like to know your web-site was mentioned in a Free Press article by Ernie Harwell a few weeks ago.

  2. annie d. wrote,

    just making y’all aware, in case you weren’t already, of the joe torre haiku “contest” going on at http://cityroom.blogs.nytimes.com/2007/10/19/joe-torre-haiku-contest/

  3. Joyce A. Fenech wrote,

    Jim:
    Just want to thank you first of all for writing “The Silver Lining or Atleast the Yankees Lost”. It clearly
    expressed my sentiments along with the sentiments of most other Tiger Fans I know. And second of all for sending the autographed copy! I’m looking for the appropriate frame. My husband is a huge Yankee Fan, I of course am not. But rest assured it will be hung proudly in a place of honor!Thanks Again!

  4. Gene Carney wrote,

    Just found your site, thanx to my daughter (who found your postcard in a Seattle store). I wrote most of my baseball poetry before the Selig Strike of 94-95 … some is in “Romancing the Horsehide” (McFarland, 1993) and more coming out this spring in A BASEBALL FAMILY ALBUM — see
    http://www.pocolpress.com/getBookDetail.php?bookID=000033

    Are you in any way connected (yet) to SABR (www.sabr.org) which has a national network of folks devoted in various ways to baseball & the arts?

    Or to the Baseball Reliquary? Or the L.A. Bards?

    GC

  5. surlyh wrote,

    Jim-

    Love the site. I’ll send you a few lines one of these days.

    surlyh

  6. Inforerse wrote,

    I can get boistrous with my sensitive heat Fresh joke! Which side of a dog has the most hair? The out side.

  7. Cvecukje wrote,

    Thanks!,

  8. Thomas M. McDade wrote,

    Would you publish this haiku composed by my wife?

    David Wright

    David wright does not
    Succumb to injured digit
    Whether hand or foot

    Carol S. McDade

  9. patrick hogan wrote,

    Jerry Manuel
    optimism waning
    rain without a cloud

  10. Anthony Salazar wrote,

    Pay-Rod left our town
    To seek fame and great fortune
    Pity his poor choices

  11. Patrick Hogan wrote,

    David wright concussed
    the mark of Cain on his head
    is he disabled?

  12. sandrar wrote,

    Hi! I was surfing and found your blog post… nice! I love your blog. :) Cheers! Sandra. R.

  13. Stephen Jones wrote,

    A BASEBALL POEM

    A foul off the bat
    is simply that recovered

    then

    handed off to younger hands
    an exchange a part of history

  14. Edmund Conti wrote,

    Here is a baseball riddle I made up. I sent it to Tim McCarver who said it was too easy. Is it? We know Tim is smart.

    At some point during a scoreless game Team A scores one run. Thereafter each team scores 2 runs in its inning until the game is over. Who wins?

  15. James Finn Garner wrote,

    I’m gonna say Team A, but I’m probably wrong, Batman.

  16. Edmund Conti wrote,

    Here’s a hint. The team that just finished batting is always one run ahead. So the tean that bats last wins.

  17. Edmund Conti wrote,

    Nice, Ed, I could feel it. Even if was the Yankees and not the Red Sox and Fenway Park.

  18. Edmund Conti wrote,

    DiMAGGIOs IN THE OUTFIELD

    Fungos
    and fongools.

  19. Edmund Conti wrote,

    May the Blue Jay of Happiness Fly Up Your Nose

    Is pitching a sport or an art?
    Reyes lost twenty-eight straight
    Which isn’t that great
    But all in all it’s a start.

  20. Stephen Jones wrote,

    The Yankees/Mariano Rivera

    I guess there’s a question of ageing
    Waging within this team
    Locker room the tabloids & else wise
    Whatever it is a chatter ream

    But tell me how Mariano Rivera
    Now still scares batters?
    How one pitch delivered
    To perfection crafted over years

    Still splinters ash
    & confounds?
    After a record 1000 games
    His home still the mound

  21. Edmund Conti wrote,

    Maybe This Time (Hah!)

    Th Red Sox started off in slings
    But now they’re in the thick of things.
    This is the team that I remember–
    Giving us hope until September.

  22. Edmund Conti wrote,

    Pretty impressive preceding Jim Daniels in the line-up. Now, if I can just get on base…

  23. michael x. ferraro wrote,

    James: Love your site. Discovered it late last season while writing poems for this new book…

    https://www.createspace.com/pub/community/give.review.do?id=1082778

    Will send some originals your way this season– have seven or eight in the works right now. Would love it if you find “Tased & Amused: The Shocking Poetic Recap of the 2010 Baseball Season” worthy of mention.
    Best,
    mxf

  24. Edmund Conti wrote,

    for mxf–

    Don’t tease us
    Or tase us.
    Just please us,
    Amaze us.

  25. Edmund Conti wrote,

    Fourth of July

    Doubleheader.
    Third inning. Second game.
    This is where I came in.

  26. Stephen Jones wrote,

    INSTANT REPLAY

    Baseball & fallability?
    A sport of humanity
    Of human error
    Of endless furor
    “He’s safe! He’s out!”

    But baseball is not
    An exercise in replay
    Whatever current sway

    Complained during
    Winter months expectation
    & lifetime dreams
    Caring little for precision
    Just passion

    (More for the argument
    “He’s safe! He’s out!”)

  27. Edmund Conti wrote,

    ,,,and the Living is Easy

    The Sox are our team says the Bahd
    Plus the students who haunt Hahvahd Yahd.
    Just enjoy if you wish
    This great summery dish.
    By autumn, you know, we’ll get scrod.

  28. P Douglas K wrote,

    Roses are Red
    and lightening bugs glow
    Just leave the game
    Zam-Bra-No

    (1 minute poem on a $5 bet)

  29. P Douglas K wrote,

    Marisa Tomei is quite the fox
    BUT
    Jim Thome’s got 600 knocks

  30. Stephen Jones wrote,

    Mantle

    An Oklahoma flash
    Out of “shucks” and a beer can
    He swung for pleasure

  31. George Bowering wrote,

    I’ll never see his like again,
    My favourite hitter, Ferris Fain.

    In London, Amsterdam and Paris,
    They talk of nothing else but Ferris.

    He always managed to amaze,
    This handsome batsman of the A’s.

  32. Pseud à Nîmes wrote,

    Glowering at Bowering by Pseud à Nîmes

    New York, London, Paris, Munich
    Everybody talk about, mmm….
    Pop music, aye, and news and sport
    But to bardball blast, we must retort

    From the bleachers, and godly seats
    Loving testimonies – and testy tweets
    Au contraire, in Europe there is but little
    Interest – like our economy, entirely brittle

    In our excitement, we do refrain
    From all small talk, of one Ferris Fain
    Unknown to us, across the Golden Pond
    In our view, his sport just a frond

    Of the nascent game we called rounders
    Those damn Yankees – cads and bounders! ;-)

    Note :

    In response to George Bowering’s ‘Ferris Fain’.

    Totally tongue-in-cheek!

    And I’m sure London, Amsterdam and Paris are well represented place names in the US!

  33. adam wrote,

    Please check out my poem at: http://authspot.com/poetry/those-st-louis-cards-of-2011/

  34. Stephen Jones wrote,

    Anytime There’s Baseball

    ?
    Anytime baseball happens
    one’s mind is relieved

    like dreams sometimes relaxed

    by hardball & glove
    by bat & smack

  35. Stephen Jones wrote,

    No comment. Still waiting for one.

  36. Stephen Jones wrote,

    A nice, warm thought.

  37. Hilary Barta wrote,

    Cubs-Nationals, Opening Day 2012

    As the management turns a new leaf
    The old fans are relearning their grief
    As the ace, Dempster’s strong,
    But then brace for what’s wrong,
    And make plans to get burned in relief.

  38. John Shea wrote,

    Hey Stu, here are some more haikus:

    NEW YORK YANKEES

    If I could, I’d pay
    to send my problems away
    to Pittsburgh PA.

    HOUSTON ASTROS

    Who’s Who in Baseball
    lists every major leaguer,
    even the Astros.

    LOS ANGELES DODGERS

    Not even Magic
    could conjure up contention
    for these Dodger Dogs.

    COLORADO ROCKIES

    Katniss Everdeen
    might win more Games in Denver
    than Jeremy will

  39. Samantha wrote,

    Strike Three
    By: Samantha Sakolari

    The batter stepped up to the plate,
    We were hoping it wasn’t too late,
    A home run we needed,
    So we all cheered and pleaded,
    Would this victory be left up to fate?

    The first pitch the ump called the ball,
    The next pitch was fouled off the wall,
    The third pitch went high,
    On the fourth we let out a sigh,
    As strike two was the umpires call!

    The next pitch was called ball three,
    Then the crowd shouted with glee,
    As the last pitch soared far,
    And hit a parked car,
    Giving out team the victory!

  40. Stephen Jones wrote,

    Fenway’s 100th Anniversary

    Red Sox and Yankees

    Oldtime “unies” nice to see

    Old as rivalry

  41. Stephen Jones wrote,

    Humber’s perfect pitch
    His done-slider mostly it
    Good for The White Sox

  42. Stephen Jones wrote,

    “1-2-3?
    (Today, April 21, 2012)”

    Smooth as a dirt road
    Is Yankees/Red Sox baseball
    Outside of the box

    Balance of power
    Forgotten in a bar room
    Rivalry enthus’d

    Fenway favorites?
    Arguably Yankee bats
    & sometimes pitching

    Whatever contour
    Green historic rivalry
    Yankees/Red Sox works

  43. Michael X. Ferraro wrote,

    Pleading for Clemens-y

    All the bailiffs had better beware
    Warning signs of the Rocket’s red glare.
    The courtroom could end up like Gaza,
    With a gavel fired at Piazza,
    And McNamee on his derriere.

  44. Michael X. Ferraro wrote,

    GET OFF HIS LAWN

    Jamie Moyer, long of tooth
    Nabs a win at 49.
    Never pitched to old Babe Ruth
    But babysat him one time.

  45. Bob Carlton wrote,

    When Any Lot Would Do

    the ground ball skips
    kicking up dust
    and the smell
    of wild onions
    gathering stains
    breaking stitches
    before finally spinning
    into the comfort
    of a glove
    just as worn

  46. Stephen Jones wrote,

    Jamie Moyer

    When growing old
    Is mandatory

    Growing up
    Is optional

  47. Bob Carlton wrote,

    Walk Off

    the ball dis-
    appears in-
    to the night

    lifting our
    best hopes
    to flight

  48. Michael X. Ferraro wrote,

    TAKING HIGHER GROUND
    Chris Davis’s 0-fer-8 night ended in bliss.
    Five times did the DH swing-swing-swing and miss.
    So, post-platinum sombrero, why the big grin?
    ‘Cause he tossed two scoreless and picked up the win.

  49. Michael X. Ferraro wrote,

    WELCOME TO THE BUSH LEAGUES

    With the Washington Nine on the rise,
    They’re the National League’s big surprise.
    So I’m thinking Cole shoulda thunk twice
    Before making the choice to plunk Bryce
    ‘Cause now the Nats have fire in their eyes.

  50. Stephen Jones wrote,

    IDLE COMMENT

    There’s no reason to argue
    or to spew

    The American League East
    is the best

    competively
    realistically

    Boston? New York? Tampa?
    Baltimore too?

    (And Toronto in the mix as well?)

    But to shift gears
    and memory/years:

    Despite all the hiccups
    the HGHs and PEDs

    baseball the purity of it
    continues to confound/explain

    why a summer day or in rain
    ball-to-bat glove-and-ball

    fascinates us all

  51. patrick wrote,

    David wright scorching
    Teddy Ballgame shakes his head
    summer slump ahead

  52. Michael X. Ferraro wrote,

    SATCHEL RAGE
    The loose luggage of Jonathan Lucroy
    Makes it tough for Brew Crew fans to enjoy
    This stretch of the season
    As they squirm with unease
    And wonder why a valise would destroy?

  53. James Motz wrote,

    Double E6

    Peralta sees the hardball skip
    Sees the speedy runner tip
    To slide for second, flips
    The ball to force… no? Oh sh**!
    How’s he safe? Man, better get
    Ready for the next man’s hit
    Campana’s fast, let it rip!
    Bang bang out! No?! Frick!
    Umps call safe – here’s the Skip
    Doesn’t matter, Cubs are slick
    And set for win. Jhonny spits
    his disgust. Tomorrow…

    …he will hit.

  54. Mark Smith wrote,

    Tigers’ Wrigley Haiku

    Tigers at Wrigley
    Victory thrown to the wind
    Sweet Home Chicago

  55. Michael X. Ferraro wrote,

    Only In Baseball

    Foul poles which are fair,
    the hidden ball trick.
    Ivy-covered walls,
    Willie and The Mick.
    Baltimore chops,
    in-between hops.
    Don’t you love the
    stale gum from Topps?
    The bullpen phone,
    two-out rally.
    Farm league down South
    name of Sally.
    Lazy pop flies,
    hustle base hits.
    Phantom D.P.’s,
    battles of wits.
    Nice guys finish last,
    The Babe called his blast.
    Insurance runs
    and radar guns.
    Rain delays, then
    lost in the sun.
    Dropping a hammer
    can buckle the knees.
    With ducks on the pond,
    a suicide squeeze?

  56. Michael X. Ferraro wrote,

    Homer Most Foul
    (Deep Thoughts with Carlos Gomez)

    I lead off the game with a blast to the stands.
    Easing into a trot I’m clapping my hands.
    The headlines will read “A Tone-Setting Hero”!
    But… hey, why’s the scoreboard still stuck on zero?

  57. Michael X. Ferraro wrote,

    Stop One Upton Me Already

    The hundredth homer by my brother
    Inspires my rebuttal– another.

  58. Michael X. Ferraro wrote,

    October On A Shoestring

    Those Oakland A’s are on the pennant track,
    With Billy Beane stalking the giants like Jack.
    Up the standings they rise,
    A low-budget surprise–
    The “Moneyball” Crew is back in the black.

  59. michael galer wrote,

    The Tigers hope in 5 thru 9

    All will be forgiven’
    If we keep on livin’
    Oh 5 thru 9 please get on base

    I’m not lyin
    I’ve been cryin
    When you’re up to bat in your place

    The hittin coach is at fault, the nerve!
    He never taught you to hit the curve.
    Oh 5 thru 9 you can ding their ace.

    You could really help down the stretch
    Maybe it’s Roy’s “Wonderboy” you could fetch
    Oh 5 thru 9 join the chase

    Only 10 games remain
    All year you have driven me insane
    Oh 5 thru 9 please help us win the race

  60. Bradley Peraino wrote,

    Detroit Tigers 2012
    Miggy won the Triple Crown; MVP is no debate.
    Prince has also put up big while standing at the plate.
    J.V. is up for the CY Young; his second in two years.
    Max, has been unhittable; he leaves the field to cheers.

    Jackson ran the center field, he never left his feet.
    Berry couldn’t be thrown out, he just has too much heat. Avila caught the balls and strikes, with a little help from Laird. Peralta and Infante; a descent middle once they’re paired.

    Valverde heads the bullpen, with Dotel, Benoit and Coke. When Alburquerque gets brought in, he’s always throwing smoke. Dirks has come through in the clutch; he’s this year’s big surprise. The ball has looked a little big in Delmon’s DH eyes.

    The team was led by Leyland; the boss, the chief, the skip. He guided them through every game, McClendon on his hip. This awesome baseball season has been brought to us by God. And, almost every play I watched this year, was called by Mario and Rod.

    ~ Bradley A. Peraino

    http://perainopoetry.blogspot.com/2012/10/detroit-tigers-2012.html

  61. Bradley Peraino wrote,

    I hope you all enjoy!

  62. James Finn Garner wrote,

    Hey, Thanks, Bradley! We’ll get this up soon, probably this week. How’d you hear about us?

  63. Michael X. Ferraro wrote,

    A BUSHER AND A PECK?

    Pitcher Al Alburquerque
    With a move some found jerky
    Got to “first base” with a ball.
    When he nabbed a comebacker
    And gave it a wet smacker,
    It made all the A’s want to brawl.

  64. Jim Healey wrote,

    MR. ROGERS, MR. JACKSON AND THAT AWESOME MR. BECK
    By Jim Healey c 2002
    When the starter starts to struggle
    So you think he might be hexed
    Just replace him with the trio
    That makes batters nervous wrecks
    That set of fearsome firemen
    Will have those hitters vexed
    Mr. Rogers, Mr. Jackson and
    That awesome Mr. Beck

    When we lead by just a run
    And the game’s been neck and neck
    We can call on those three stoppers
    Those three aces in our deck
    Those Giant mow-em-downers
    Loved a bushel and a peck
    Mr. Rogers, Mr. Jackson and
    That awesome Mr. Beck

    If our starters never finish
    We might say, “Oh, what the heck.”
    Who cares who gets the victory
    When all four have thrown that spec
    We’ll rejoice in having hurlers
    Whose arms are so high tech
    Mr. Rogers, Mr. Jackson and
    That awesome Mr. Beck

  65. Jim Healey wrote,

    I’ve got an epic poem on the history of Seals Stadium but it’s 160 stanzas long!

  66. Raphael Badagliacca wrote,

    postseason

    uplifting fall
    wall-to-wall-wall
    baseball

  67. Raphael Badagliacca wrote,

    playoff

    east & west
    best of best
    octoberfest

  68. Raphael Badagliacca wrote,

    Say YES to NO

    This much we know
    To close the door
    It helps to have
    A name that ends in NO

    If the Sandman cannot show
    We need the other NO

  69. Stephen Jones wrote,

    Drugs In Baseball (Part 2)
    -with thanks to Carl White

    A friend remarked: Sometimes ignorance
    is indeed bliss. It allowed us, for a while, something
    we could believe in, in what we were seeing.

    Knowledge to the contrary has jaded us,
    has swept away our innocence,
    has tainted awe and trustworthiness.

  70. patrick wrote,

    it has been some time
    the sunshine in Flushing rare
    Enter Matt Harvey

  71. David Adler wrote,

    Born Blue

    I grew up with Garvey and Cey
    And Russell and Lopes every day
    Sutton on the hill
    Lasorda so shrill
    My heart lived off Stadium Way

  72. Edmund Conti wrote,

    And in Conclusion

    Yale won the Frozen Four so the Sox can win the series.
    That, says my wife, is a non sequitur.
    Well, if she doesn’t like my theories
    Then I say the hequitur.

  73. Edmund Conti wrote,

    TO GO WHERE NO BATTER HAS GONE BEFORE

    A tale of a batter renowned
    His exploit will always be known.
    While the pitcher was taking the mound
    Our hero struck out on his own.

  74. Louise wrote,

    The Yanks rotate and twist
    We don’t know what the phsst
    Who’s on first is a riff
    Mark’s thumb is a stiff
    Now the A team is the DL list!

  75. Pat McCaughey wrote,

    37 Major League Names to Sing To

    Tate Mee Ott Tutor Ball Gomes.
    Tate Mee Ott Tutor Crouse.
    Brye Meacham Peterson Crocker Hack.
    Hoy Dent Karnuth Hoy Evers Gibbs Brack.
    Foor Fritz Root, Root, Root, Forster Holm Teahen.
    Imlay Dent Wynn Acker Sain.
    Foor Fritz Jahn, Drew, Troy Sykes Yde Houk
    Acker Olt Ball Gomes.

  76. Bob Carlton wrote,

    The Wambsganss Cure

    line drive–
    a plague
    of baserunners
    exterminated–
    heal of the glove

  77. Bob Carlton wrote,

    Haiku

    A game of pepper–
    flattened grass keeps getting
    back up.

  78. Stephen Jones wrote,

    Spring Training

    It’s not yet “for real,” but hearing
    Baseball talked about on my TV –
    Now we’re into March – is a seasoning,
    Is a mental “pinch” of expectation, is
    A grind of future hardball-and-wood.

  79. Philip Pecorino wrote,

    The Ball

    On which eyes must be fixed by all,
    that orb which provides the game with half its name,
     held by the defense as in no other team game.

    Of materials simple or mixed:  
    spherical rock or cowhide and stitches,
    bundle of yarn, rolled up sock,
     no matter of regulation or meeting specifications:
     to be held and caressed, tossed, hurled, thrown and caught nonetheless.

    The object of pulverization by the offense
    and of possession by the defense,
    of dreams held in small hands under covers at bedtime
    of desire caught fair or foul by fans in stands during game time.

    Scuffed scratched or dirtied,
    taken out of play in the majors,
    hide half off, still of use in the sandlots.
    At the same time its condition is not important at all while its importance is all,
    the ball.

  80. Philip Pecorino wrote,

    The Play

    Oft times better part of the day
    waiting for that one play.
    Then, it’s “Hurray”
    or “What do ya say!”
    and seldom just the simple ,”OK”.

    How more beautiful could it be than to admire the 3-6-3?
    Perhaps a 5-4-3 clearing the sacks such a vision might be!
    Or with runners on all,
    just send a ball over the wall
    with a loud crack of the bat
    and I’ll shout  ”now how bout that?”

    A 9-4-2 with a tag on the shoe
    brings you up on your feet
    at the sight of the feat
    and out with a “how do you do!”
    Show me a 2-6-3
    and a “Well, I’ll say, lookie there!”
    exclaimed loud and clear.

    So play after play on through the day,
    never leaving room for dismay,
    if you treasure the game not a one is lame.
    But, there come those that make you exclaim,
    midst the ebb and flow of the game,
    one for which no other rates the name:
    the “play of the game”.

  81. Philip Pecorino wrote,

    Opening Day 2014

    What a wonder!
    This year it was in the land down under.

    Then again, it began.
    Way out West came the first test.

    Californians appear in the lead
    Until the rest get up to speed .

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