Snack bar

You know those “fans” at the stadium who are clearly only there for the concessions? That’s this girl.

Baby Blues - Snack Bar

Baby Blues


Quote of the day

It’s like baseball. Life is like baseball. Before you can ever get a hit, you’ve got to step up to the plate. When you step up to the plate you’ve got to swing … And you keep swinging.

~Billy Ray Cyrus

Billy Ray Cyrus

Billy Ray Cyrus throws out the first pitch prior to the Detroit Tigers-Texas Rangers game in Detroit, Monday, July 19, 2010. (AP Photo/Paul Sancya)


“Indians Baseball Song,” Sammy Watkins and his Orchestra

According to the description for this video, this song was transferred from a 45 RPM record from the 1960s. Listening to it certainly makes me feel like I’ve stepped back in time. I get this mental image of men in colorful jackets and women in knee-length skirts walking excitedly towards Cleveland Stadium.


It’s going to clear up…

It’s a stormy morning where I am at, so this just seemed all too appropriate.

Peanuts rain out baseball


Throw me a curve

Though I bet if the pitcher yelled this as he was cutting the pitch loose, it would be pretty damned effective.

Speed Bump Dave Coverly

Dave Coverly


“Crossing Enemy Lines,” by Kristin Bush

Working in education myself, I find I can identify with a lot in this poem. But whether it is school or business or any other kind of official type of environment, most folks we interact with have different personas in other surroundings.

*

I had planned this evening for weeks.
A beautiful May night at the ballpark with friends.
But now, due to circumstances beyond my control
Because I live in a community where everyone is related to everyone else,
Two of my tickets were given to

My student.

And not just any student–
The one who caws like a crow out my window daily–
The one who groans in exasperation whenever he’s asked to do
Anything beyond breathing–
The one who raises his hand to respond to every question but whose answers
Come from his bottomless pit of irrelevant responses–
The bane of my existence: the sophomore boy.
Sworn enemies.

Seven rows up on the right field line
His dad between us as a buffer zone,
We sat in seats so close you could see
the scuffs on Cliff Floyd’s cleats.
“Prime foul ball territory,” I said to him.
He just nodded as we rose for the national anthem.
By the first inning, we were
Awkward adversaries on neutral ground.

We groaned as Uggla and Cabrera launched white missiles into the stands–
Our team in the hole right off the bat.
We found ourselves heckling the other bullpen–together.
By the fifth inning, we were
wary allies.

We buried our faces at a 3 K performance by Soriano–
(Shouldn’t he be good on his own bobblehead night?)
The game was a rout,
So we leaned forward eagerly and swapped autograph war stories,
Laughing and joking around his dad.

Politely and unprompted, he looked me in the eye and said,
“Thank you for the tickets.”
By the ninth inning, I could see David as
A civil human being.

Later I heard he said, “She’s pretty cool, when she’s not in class.”

I agreed.


Right field is vital

Poor right field. The outcasts of Little League and adult slow pitch softball.

Mike du Jour - Mike Lester - comic

Mike Lester


“Yogi Berra,” The Grandsons

This song is wonderfully lively and energizing, which seems appropriate given the subject of the song. Listening to this a few times has been a fun way to start out the day.


Field of Nightmares

Oh man, I’ve had dreams like this, except mine are about being back in high school, rather than playing ball. I run late for every class, I forget to study for tests (or miss the test altogether), and I get lost in the hallways.

Foxtrot Bill Amend

Bill Amend


“New York Divorce,” by Robert L. Harrison

This piece, published in 1999, is short and leaves a lot open to interpretation. It does leave me wondering if the baseball division was a contributing factor to the division in the relationship.

*

Relaxing with his son
watching the Mets,
sharing the good times
together.
The court gave him
the best home dates
to root for their team

Relaxing with her son
watching the Yankees,
sharing the good times
together.
The court gave her
the best home dates
to root for their team

as a family.