Another Love Of Mine

So it's that time again. I love the smell of the fresh cut grass, the sound of the pitching machine and the roar of the crowd. Baseball season is here. Growing up I spent a great deal of time on the baseball field starting when I was seven years old playing all the way through High School. I love this time of year and this game. I am so excited our boys are playing and look forward to them falling in love with this sport too. Here's to a great spring and summer full of fun and laughter. Play ball!!


National Pastime


Somewhere in the summer city...

someones stoop... mid 50's,

when gods wore pinstripes,

and kids crammed their mouths

full of cloyingly sticky gum.

Got it... need it... want it.



Could have been anywhere, really.

Babe's House, Duke's Domain,

The Polo Grounds... Fenway Park.

The voices... Red Barber, Mel Allen,

statically beautiful.

Going... going.... gone!



Stark, white powder... highlighting

base lines, connecting the bags.

Irish-green outfields...

their warning tracks beckoning

that high, fly ball...

Holy cow... Oh, Momma, Touch 'em all!



Thurman and Roberto... gone too soon.

Mickey's left the reminiscing to Yogi.

Oh... for a ten-cent Coke, a shoe box,

crammed with flip-worn icons,

and somebodys mother...

calling him in to dinner.