Category: Sports

Baseball in the cold

Titans played baseball
Night was cold, but bats were hot
They won 12 to 1

The tournament in Hudson began tonight. Earlier in the day it snowed. All the boys on my son’s 12U team looked like they had gained twenty pounds from all the layers of clothing under their uniforms.

John enjoyed the outcome and even got to pitch an inning.

 

A poem for fair-skinned baseball fans

‘Twas a sunny day
I watched baseball from the stands
Should have worn sunscreen.

#NationalPoetryMonth
#haiku
#SPF30
#helmetnachos

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I preserved the hashtags for this poem as it appeared on Twitter. I did eat nachos from a souvenir helmet that is in no way to be mistaken for a protective headgear. The imprint in the crown is very clear on this matter, once you get past the tortilla and cheese.

By the way, I didn’t really get sunburned. The Lake County Captains won. I had nachos from a helmet. I feel pretty good about life right now.

Baseball birthday blast

The Real Slamtana
Carlos Santana homers
Thank you, birthday boy!

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Carlos Santana is the Cleveland Indians’ first baseman. He hit a home run on his birthday, as he has done several times.

His twitter name is @TheRealSlamtana. You should follow him. He is a very funny guy and interacts with the fans.

I would also like to think that I helped him pick is new Twitter handle. He was looking to his followers for suggestions because Slamtana was already taken. I suggested RealSlamtana, the other account being an imposter.

A poem for Opening Day in Cleveland

Tribe opening day
A new season commences
Fans already freak

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I get it. My Dad saw the Indians play at League Park, Cleveland Municipal Stadium, and Jacobs Field. My Great Grandfather was an Indians fan, the kind that wore a suit, tie, and straw hat to the ballpark. He probably smoked a cigar, too.

What I am trying to say is that I love the Indians and I understand the emotion. It is a family tradition I an handing down to my boys.

But come on, people. The season is long. April to October is a long, long road.