The Cubs are going to kill me. First game of the 2016 WORLD SERIES and....did they not show up? This rant may take a minute and veer off road. Just a heads up. I grew up in a state that's real big on football and basketball. Baseball? No. But Chicago's only 40 miles away. White Sox? I hate Sox. Their color doesn't matter. Chicago Cubs. Red, white and blue. That's my team. In 2007, I stopped watching baseball. All of my fa...
The following meditation on the whoosification of modern baseball was sparked by a recent trip to a swanky, new, air-conditioned major league ballpark. Now don't get me wrong, all these ritzy new major league baseball parks are nice, I suppose, but playing baseball in the boondocks has a special ambiance all its own. Back during one of my inglorious days at old, Knotty Pine High School, the baseball team, everybody called...
A beautiful day in the parkNot a cloud in the blue skyA slight autumn breeze was blowingIt was a warm day, but dry I was only one in the crowdA fan since I was eightWe were all here for the big gameIt has been quite a wait It was historyMy kind of heavenEach team had won threeBest out of sevenIt was the last of the ninthThe Cubs were one behindA man on third and one outThe White Sox in a bind The team's captain was upThei...
WHAT SUMMER MEANS TO ME Summer means no school. Summer means having to mow your yard instead of going fishing or swimming. And to make matters worse, my tightwad father don't hardly pay me a thing for all that work. He claims riding around on a John Deere for a couple of hours isn't some kind of cruel and unusual punishment. And he also says he won't pay me time-and-a-half for hazardous duty. Someday I’m going to turn him...
Somehow brought up on the rules of the game Somehow brought up to the plate Somehow brought up to look straight in the eye Somehow brought up to lead off the base Somehow brought up to field ground balls Somehow brought up to think on the fly Somehow brought up alone
Middle Innings © Copyright 2007, 2010, 2011 by Autumn Writer Author’s note: this story is entirely a work of fiction. It is not intended to portray any specific players, team or event. If there are any similarities it is completely coincidental. *************** Will Daggett stood atop the dugout steps. “Whew! Feel that heat.” The blast of summer heat was the price to pay for clubhouse air conditioning. He could remember w...
