Pitchers Best Friend Bases loaded, this will save the day. Pitcher on the ropes, he's lost his way. There's a mighty crack, The shortstop is on his back, The game ends on a majestic double play. Squishin Fish...Or Not What's it gonna take to beat the fish? Keeping them off the board is too much to... Continue Reading →
Limericks: Ollie, Church and Desperation
When someone mentions limericks, I am sure 99% of you out there automatically think of a man from Nantucket. Yes, then lend themselves to jokes, which might be why I was inspired to try some while watching Perez pitch and Murphy field. However, there is more to them than that and in my constant pursuit to try new... Continue Reading →
What Do I Look For in a Ballpark? Well…You
by Sean Lilly Sean Lilly went to his first baseball game on July 4, 1980 at Shea Stadium and has been driving everyone he knows bonkers with the Mets ever since. After writing and performing with Committee for Creative Enactments as an undergrad at Boston College, he worked as a sketch comedy performer and stand-up... Continue Reading →
The Rally
I wrote this in high school...My only explaination is that ee cummings was my favorite poet at the time. However, there is a reason behind how each part is written. The catcher comes to bat one out Pitcher due up next Pinch hitter Swing and a miss Two outs Down by four One out left Left-fielder... Continue Reading →
Three Trunks, Part III
The wind whipped and howled around her as she grabbed a bag of groceries from the trunk. One strong gust of wind, although failing to take the door off the car, did manage to rip the folder out her hands. As her reflexes made a desperate bid to catch the folder, the paper bag went... Continue Reading →
A Tribute to Rusty in Sonnet Form
A friend of mine scored me a ticket for the Mets home opener at Citi Field. As thanks, I promised her a tribute to Rusty, her favorite player. I also don't want to talk about tonights game. So, a tribute to Rusty in Spenserian Sonnet form is below. It is also my first attempt at a sonnet... Continue Reading →
Uh, Oh..
I am of little faith with this bullpen for the moment. Lingering musk of late season collapse or just early season rust? Which bullpen is the real bullpen? The dominant one of Opening Day or the hapless one that almost gave the game away? Pedro, Pedro, Pedro...are you in someway infected? Have you a virus... Continue Reading →
What’s-His-Face at the Bat
It was the bottom of the ninth, home team at bat, World Championship hopes were about to fall flat. The fifth-place hitter came up with hope in his eye, But was quickly retired on a short pop fly. The next hopeful batter swung, giving it his all, But only came up with an easy, routine,... Continue Reading →
Renewing Vows
"In the beginning, there was no baseball. But ever since there have been few beginnings as good as the start of a new baseball season. It is the most splendid time in sport." -B.J. Phillips Fans of baseball know that so often we don't choose baseball. Baseball chooses us. Whether it was initially through our... Continue Reading →
Three Trunks, Part II
The sun had set several hours ago yet the office around the young intern buzzed with energy. It almost felt as if the energy being generated from the building was emanating it own light and even powering the whole city. In some ways, what happened in and next to that long, six story brick building,... Continue Reading →
Standing at Third 