Saturday, July 26, 2014

Strikeout drabble - pitcher's thoughts

A Pitcher’s Strikeout

Just one more strike is needed – just one more.  Some call it a strikeout, others a punch out.  If it happens, I call it the end of the inning.  The ball is gripped for a four-seam fastball.  Smitty gives me the signal.  I nod, wind up and fire.  It felt good out of my hand.  My elbow and forearm are at the perfect angle.  The batter has a confused look.  He doesn’t know what to do!  He thinks my pitch will rise, but I know otherwise.  The spin and location are perfect.   He is frozen.  “Strike three!” A glorious sound!

Thursday, July 24, 2014

Another baseball drabble

Wrote a drabble on a runner that was caught stealing second base, inspired by the game I am currently watching when a runner on my team was nailed on an attempted steal.  

For those who are not familiar with the term drabble, it is a complete story told in exactly 100 words.  This one is the story of a runner who fails to steal second base.

Caught Stealing

Waiting for the throw from the catcher, the shortstop has his glove ready.  A fast runner barrels down on him.  But he holds his ground at second base.  Popping up from his crouch, the catcher guns the ball at the target given him.  The shortstop finally moves, his glove now closed with the ball inside.  A smooth swiping motion is made at the runner.  The head first slide is what the runner does to try to avoid a tag.  But that doesn’t work now as he now feels the glove slap his back before he reaches second.  He is OUT!

Tuesday, July 22, 2014

It's All Mental

This is a poem for fellow weekend hackers who just enjoy being on the golf course

It's All Mental

Standing in the tee box
Driver in my hand
Get the feet properly planted
Into the solid dry land

Teeing the ball up
At just the right height
Stepping back a bit
To ensure everything's right

Line up the club face
To align with the ball
Wiggle some in the stance
Then stop and stand tall

Bring the club back
Keep that left arm straight
But darn, this first tee shot
Flew over hole number eight!

Sunday, July 20, 2014

Poem on a ballpark vendor

Ode to a Beer Vendor

"Getcha Cold Beer Here!"
Such magical words to hear
To the fans who need a brew
This vendor's wares shall do.

They flag him down with a wave
Indicating they need two
Like a flash, he pops the caps,
Pours and passes to their laps.

The fans pay up and tell him
"Keep the change"
It's just another sale for him
Nothing special, nothing strange.

This happens many times
During each and every game
The man loves serving the fans
And "Beer Man" is his name. 

Friday, July 18, 2014

Relief from baseball withdrawl

It's time to get writing again and the best way to do it is to just write what is on my mind.  So, with that thought, it's time to celebrate the official end of my acute sickness that came from baseball withdrawl.  There was no baseball on a TV, mobile device or computer in the house for TWO WHOLE DAYS!

Yes, I know, one will ask how I can stand it through the winter or in past years during the All-Star break. In the winter, there are other sports such as hockey to pass the time until pitchers and catchers report.  As for the All-Star break, this year was torture because the season didn't resume until Friday.  In the past, baseball was back after the break on Thursday.  That meant only one day between the All-Star game and "regular" games.   But two?  That's just torture.

But now, all is well.  I just saw Matt Holiday of the Cardinals take Dan Haren of the Dodgers deep.  This game on MLB Network is the perfect medicine to cure this illness.   It looks like the Cardinals are threatening to score more, so time for another dose of the best medicine.

So I will end this short essay by saying it's good to have two of my favorite things back - the best sport in the world and the urge to resume writing.