I wrote this following the Mets/Braves Game on September 21, 2001 Somewhere in the confusion and fear of the last week and a half, the cold slipped by the summer and started to embrace the city. Winter reluctantly edged in on The Game. The Game and all her loyal subjects had invited Winter’s Autumn Advance.... Continue Reading →
Perhaps I don’t need to explain myself, at least not to die hard baseball fans and certainly not to other Mets fans. My friends and family certainly couldn’t blame me. Yet, I feel like I must walk through that evening, nearly three weeks and do just that...Explain why I cried after a June baseball game.... Continue Reading →
I originally wrote this three years ago, but I am re-publishing it today for obvious reasons. Football is my dads sport. If we didn't have something to fix in the house or wood to cut, chop and stack for the wood-burning stove, he watched football. He loves both the Giants and the Jets (I know,... Continue Reading →
Stretching in the Spring sun, my soul awakes. Winter’s frost swept asunder; melting in the infield chalk. Heart thumps awake from hibernation’s lethargy. Mind sparks forth from solemn sleep. Hallelujah, Awake my soul...Spring has returned. Autumn failures fall aside, stored away for skeptics. Each club stands tall in Elysian’s green grass. Hope emerges from Winter’s... Continue Reading →
A team, a dream, one piece more to greatness; Lost in baseball's desert, promised land sought. Power and grace, more myth than man - fates bless; Solid, steady as rock, from fire he's wrought. New life, new team as heart to hope is brought. A starved city rises up to it's feet. This man, this... Continue Reading →
Inspired by a Facebook page, I wrote the two sonnets below. The first is somewhat blunt in getting to the point (well, as blunt as poetry will let you get when trying to work in rhymes). The second was an exercise in taking the artistic, more subtle side of me out for a ride. Enjoy.... Continue Reading →
After nearly two years of inactivity (sitting on third, if you don't mind a bad joke), I'm back with this blog. I've changed the platform it is on as well as the look, and I look forward to the fresh start that a new season brings. I'm also going to give the short daily poems... Continue Reading →
by Thomas Keenan I'm a Mets fan, orange and blue, Living in the land of Phillies crew. I stand tall and proud, Among their crowd, Waiting for a season new. I shake my head in perplex - Who upon us installed this hex? Brutally struck, All bad luck. This is a curses muscle flex. I... Continue Reading →
by Thomas Keenan Ever since my first birthday after I became a Mets fan in 1986, it seemed that they tended to lose most August 23rds. So, on Saturday night, I began to research it to see if this was actually the case or just a typical case of being a Mets fan (only true... Continue Reading →
by Thomas Keenan Baseball Styles Poems are a style I created where there are three stanzas with three lines in each and three words per line. The pitch comes, The ball goes, Game is over. The reporters come, The story goes, On the cover. Games will come, Heros will go, Stories last forever. ----------------- Baseball... Continue Reading →
Standing at Third 