Thursday, April 24, 2014

The Pine Tar Drabble

Here is my 100 word version of what was going through Micheal Pineda's mind when he took the mound with the infamous glob of pine tar on his neck.

The Pine Tar Drabble

It’s just a little spot on my neck.  No one will notice anything there.  On this cold night, I need something to grip the ball better.  Sure, I tried this trick before – but not like this.  Those guys didn’t notice anything then.  No one told me anything was wrong and it worked.  I threw the ball well and it was even colder that night.  So, I am doing this again – for our team.  We have to beat the defending champs, our hated rivals and their crazy fans.  Time to take the mound and shut them down with the pine tar. 

Tuesday, April 22, 2014

A running drabble - One Foot In Front Of the Other

In honor of the Boston Marathon, and also my own adventures while running at my slow pace, I decided to write a 100 word drabble on something that every runner will think at one time or another. Here is the drabble titled "One Foot In Front Of the Other" 

“One foot in front of the other”. That’s our mantra. It is what we tell ourselves when we believe we can’t keep running any longer. I need to remember that now. I am at mile four and need one more for this run. Just put one foot in front of the other. The music isn’t inspiring. The blisters on my feet are killing me. Just put one foot in front of the other. I see the five mile mark up ahead. Can I do it? Put one foot in front of the other. This run is over – my best yet!

Saturday, April 19, 2014

Getting back in the swing - a hockey poem

Admittedly, this site has suffered as I have been reading a lot of books lately and also watching more games, especially as the NHL playoffs have started and they are the best championship tourney.  So, I was guilty of simply letting this go.  But now, while watching one of these playoff hockey games, I got inspired to write

Grace and Violence

How can one game with so much passion
Turn to uncontrolled mayhem so fast?
Is it pent-up emotion, a check, a big hit?
Or is it emotions that are finally unleashed?

A threaded pass that was suddenly deflected
Found it's way to his teeth, taking two out
The victim was enraged, and it didn't matter
That it was accidental - this meant war!

Reason departed, equipment shredded
Fists were now flying, on-skate balance ended
Lying on the ice, punches are thrown
The gaping smile is readily shown

But the officials dive in, breaking it up

Restoring order and sanity soon.
The fighters leave the ice, into the box
Soon we will skate again, awaiting what is next.