The Aging Hero sat on his stool and stared down at the black trunk. To anyone else, there was nothing special about that trunk. Barely larger than a suitcase - the old style suitcases, that is, not one of those stupid things with the wheels that tried to pretend to be small enough to be... Continue Reading →
A Season of Hope
Written 3/31/2008 for the 2008 Opening Day There is a season of hope in front of us. A season to root on one of the best hurlers in baseball. A season that should bring redemption for a shortstop. A season that could produce two MVP candidates and possibly the best rotation in baseball. It... Continue Reading →
Hi, my name is…
Written 5/22/2008 after a tough loss Hi, my name is Tom and I am a Mets fan. They say the first step is to admit you have a problem. Well, I love the Mets. It started years ago...about 22 years ago, casually. I told myself it was no big deal and I could stop whenever... Continue Reading →
Goodbye Old Friend
Written in November of 1991. It was about seven months ago. The days were getting longer and the sun was getting hotter. The snows of winter had said their goodbyes, and the blossoms of spring said hello. It was seven months ago that the old mitts were dusted off and the stadiums were cleaned off. ... Continue Reading →
Baseball Style Poems, Set A
Baseball Styles Poems are a style I created where there are three stanzas with three lines in each and three words per line. First pitch high, Second pitch low, Pitcher lost rhyme. He aims high, It bounces low, All but sublime. Another ball high, That goes low, Catcher calls time. ------------------- Center’s his field, Catching... Continue Reading →
Bottom of the Ninth
STRIKE ONE! I can’t believe, It’s left up to me. This is no fun, This game in the sun. STRIKE TWO! They will shun me, If we lose, see? I must get a hit, Or we’ll only get a bit. BALL ONE! I’ll use this bit of tree, To get a hit off thee. This... Continue Reading →
Johan’s Elbow
Spring training is just barely a few games old, When up my spine ran a shiver so cold. Santana and elbow and sore and missed start Are words in one story that could break my heart. In the last two years, these stories have played for the worse, Even as officials say "Don’t worry, we’ll... Continue Reading →
She is Almost Gone
She is almost gone. Pillaged like a vanquished land in the time of Vikings. Drawn and quartered by steel dragons. Barbaric to those that loved her. Tragic to those that knew her. Soon, all that will be left are some painted markers to be driven over. Names on uniforms have come and gone. Tears and... Continue Reading →
The Genesis and Commandments of Baseball
Baseball-Genesis; Chapter 1: In the beginning when God created sports and leisure, sports was a formless wasteland, and darkness covered the abyss, while a mighty boredom swept over the land. Then God said, "Let there be the greatest of sports," and there was baseball. God saw how good the sport was. God then separated baseball... Continue Reading →
Standing at Third 