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Baseball-More than a Simple Game to Me
I have loved this great game my entire life. I share my collection of stories, films and experience here.
click on the ball....
The Secret Soul of Baseball
by Blackie
I got to wave a young man/child around third
I knew it was going to be a close play at the plate
He is huffing, puffing cuts the bag just right and
heads for home with the ball in the air, a slide–SAFE!
I got to grip the bat in my hands as I eyed the pitcher
With all my concentration I see the ball leave his hand
I see the spin of the laces, a curve ball breaking toward me
I swing and catch it on the meat of the bat up the middle-HIT!
I got to watch my little boy take the ball out of his glove
and with total focus he fires his best little fastball at my
waiting glove that I don’t have to move even an inch
the imaginary hitter doesn’t have a chance-STRIKE THREE!
I got to see my boy, now a big buff senior man, dive
from his shortstop position into the hole in a cloud of dust
he has it in his glove, jumps to his feet, steps and throws
the runner is quick, flying, the ball beats him by a step-OUT!
I got to view the once skinny, shy one stroll up to the plate
at a key time swinging his bat; he digs in his metal cleats
he is ready, he is confident, he takes a pitch and then another
he swings at one down the middle; off it goes over the fence-HOMER!
I got to hit a thousand grounders that skipped through the dirt
taking hops and bounces that have a rhythm, a life of its own
my player does it right; charges the ball like he has been told
he fires it to the waiting catcher’s mitt at home plate- a perfect SMACK!
I got to see the hundreds of high flies that hung in the blue air
on a hot summer mid-day as kids in new uniforms followed their
flight that either found mitts or vibrant green grass growing long
the echoes of voices yelling “I got it!” bounce off the canyon walls- LIFE!
Baseball has a secret soul known only to those who have played
and fallen in love with this game like so many others over the
last century and a half; maybe the best part of America’s past glory
fathers showing love to their sons as they play a game of catch-SOUL!
The park I helped build and where my youngest son threw two no-hitters
click on the ball....
The Secret Soul of Baseball
by Blackie
I got to wave a young man/child around third
I knew it was going to be a close play at the plate
He is huffing, puffing cuts the bag just right and
heads for home with the ball in the air, a slide–SAFE!
I got to grip the bat in my hands as I eyed the pitcher
With all my concentration I see the ball leave his hand
I see the spin of the laces, a curve ball breaking toward me
I swing and catch it on the meat of the bat up the middle-HIT!
I got to watch my little boy take the ball out of his glove
and with total focus he fires his best little fastball at my
waiting glove that I don’t have to move even an inch
the imaginary hitter doesn’t have a chance-STRIKE THREE!
I got to see my boy, now a big buff senior man, dive
from his shortstop position into the hole in a cloud of dust
he has it in his glove, jumps to his feet, steps and throws
the runner is quick, flying, the ball beats him by a step-OUT!
I got to view the once skinny, shy one stroll up to the plate
at a key time swinging his bat; he digs in his metal cleats
he is ready, he is confident, he takes a pitch and then another
he swings at one down the middle; off it goes over the fence-HOMER!
I got to hit a thousand grounders that skipped through the dirt
taking hops and bounces that have a rhythm, a life of its own
my player does it right; charges the ball like he has been told
he fires it to the waiting catcher’s mitt at home plate- a perfect SMACK!
I got to see the hundreds of high flies that hung in the blue air
on a hot summer mid-day as kids in new uniforms followed their
flight that either found mitts or vibrant green grass growing long
the echoes of voices yelling “I got it!” bounce off the canyon walls- LIFE!
Baseball has a secret soul known only to those who have played
and fallen in love with this game like so many others over the
last century and a half; maybe the best part of America’s past glory
fathers showing love to their sons as they play a game of catch-SOUL!
The park I helped build and where my youngest son threw two no-hitters
