Baseball belongs, part II
by Steve Joos
Thursday, July 03, 2003
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This is the second of two poems I wrote regarding the decline of Major League baseball in the hearts of many Americans. I first decided to write it during the game's last major labor dispute, so the references to greed might seem especially pertinent. I didn't mention Mel Ott, Harmon Killebrew, Luis Aparicio, Ty Cobb or several others, so look for "Baseball Belongs III" the next time the millionaires and billioniares squabble.
Should we now sing a mourning song,
for the once great American game?
A game that died of greed,
indifference and old age.
The diamond, it seems,
has always belonged
to a simpler time,
of innocence and elegance.
When Say-Hey's glove was
the final resting place of
When the Splendid Splinter,
and after him Yaz,
Sent the cowhide towering
over The Green Monster.
The days of Iron City,
of the great Clemente's arm,
or Brooksie sweeping up everything at third.
When Pops popped it over the fence,
but only signed autographs for girls.
Now we watch like the Giants watched
Tinker to Evers to Chance.
Or the Yanks on that cool, fair autumn day
when Mazeroski left the yard.
It's sunny, but sad in Boston,
No chance of rain after Spahn and Sain.
Baseball belongs to the days of the Bums,of Jackie and Campy,
the Newc and the Duke.
Listen to the priest,
Keep the Commandments
and say one for Gil Hodges.
Now we weep a bit to think
that this used to be a ballpark,
that Ebbets Field and Polo Grounds
and others like them are ghosts.
If there's to be a wake,
make the "hi" sign
and hoist a Wiedemann's
for there used to be a ballgame,
but it now it belongs to the time of Kodachrome.
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|Reviewed by m j hollingshead
|Reviewed by Lawrance Lux
|I would like to a story which I can't verify, but heard to be true. The old days of Baseball, before TV, the cost of Seats in the stands dropped from $.75 to a nickel, after the first Pitch was thrown. Umpires used to brush Bases until they shown bright white, the Catcher would throw the ball around the horn, and the Pitcher would get comfortable on the mound; as they waited the Twenty minutes to get their 'Fans' into the Stands. Those Days are gone, and maybe Baseball has gone as well. lgl|
|Reviewed by Susan Cook-Jahme
|Steve this is a great write - only baseball that's debased? What about rugby, cricket, football...the list is looong! ;0)|
|Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner
enjoyed...just saw the rangers actually mess around :) and win one...but it was a near thing LOL
what happened to baseball are overpaid athletes with bigger than life egos...who stopped playing the game for baseball's sake a loooooooooooooooong time ago
last good player i saw was nolan ryan
sad...thanks for the memories
(((HUGS))) and love,
|Reviewed by Birdie Houston
|Fine poem !!!!|
|Reviewed by na na (Reader)
|There is a difference between the "Green
Monster" and the "Cookie Monster." Depends how you look at it. Sports are for everyone. Right Steve? Bill
|Reviewed by Trixie Love
|Reviewed by Retta (Reindeer) Mckenzie
|This was great, couldnt agree with you more!
|Reviewed by Elizabeth Taylor (Reader)
|Baseball has been debased. Good poem.|
|Reviewed by Sandie Angel
|You gotta watch them to love them!....This brought back some memories for me of the time when I was lining up for autographs. Good write Steven!
May Lu a.k.a. Sandie Angel :o)