Oh so nervous for the second half.
Mr. Willet’s Fears of the Second Half
A Magic Night At Shea
I have so many great memories of both working in Shea and attending games as a fan. One day, perhaps, I'll write more about that.
The Voice Inside Mr. Willet’s Head
It is when things are good, like this season, that the voice is at its worst as it talks to me constantly.
Mr. Willet’s Point of View
I've tried doing daily poems and fancy blog posts and anything I thought would draw attention. However, the internet is a very large ocean and nobody is going to notice me pouring cans of surgery sweet blue and orange soda into it.
Ghosts in the Grass: Celebrations
In my five years working at Major League Baseball teams, there were plenty of highs and there were plenty of lows. There were more wins than losses, but more heartbreaks than jubilation.
Ghosts in the Grass: The Pendelton Moment
And then the Pendleton Moment happens, where something goes wrong, sometimes subtle, sometimes huge, and everything changes. Everything has swung back in the other direction and never returns.
The Triumph of Spring
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 Sonnet for the Kid
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 →
It Hurts to Be a Mets Fan
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 →
Tarp is Off the Field
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 →
Standing at Third 