Now that the Mets are in the middle of a seventeen-game stretch with no days off, I better not get behind in my poem count. I owe two today, so here are two bad poems about trying to play baseball as a kid when you're not very good at it. Also, the Mets keep killing … Continue reading Two Poems, Big Wins
April
Five Baseball Haiku
Alright, so, it happened. I got distracted with my life and I got behind by five poems. So, today, here are five baseball haiku. They're not very good. But I can say that I did them, they work together as a poetic narrative sequence, and now I'm caught up. Oh, and the Mets are killing … Continue reading Five Baseball Haiku
Grandy Man
Mets 6, Braves 3. Curtis Granderson smacked a solo homer and a grand slam to put us far over the top. Even the Braves' late game rally couldn't surmount the Grandy Man's RBIs. The Ballglove Cut from steerhide and stitched together with catgut laces and horse-hoof glue, oiled and tied shut and baked … Continue reading Grandy Man
The Agony of Fandom
Mets 4, Phillies 5. A walk-off single in extra innings ended a four-game winning streak. This one is for friend and fellow poet Erin Mullikin, who once challenged me to write a poem about being a Mets fan. Three years later, here it is. The Agony of Fandom I was born in 1986, … Continue reading The Agony of Fandom
Big Win, Big Momentum
Mets 11, Phillies 1. We destroyed the Phillies. That is all. One Hundred and Sixty-Two Games The Captain tiptoes away from third base, getting a lead. The pitcher looks once, twice. Then the curveball, but a quick squeeze bunt! The batter takes off down the first base line while the Captain sprints from third, … Continue reading Big Win, Big Momentum
Bats Boom
Mets 5, Phillies 2. Quadruple homers! We got a #DudaSmash from Luke (his first of the season), one from Neil Walker, and two from The Captain. Cespedes also pulled off a stand-up triple and scored a run, and Thor was as dominant as ever. The bats are waking up for spring! The Quitter I … Continue reading Bats Boom
The Battered Bastards of Baseball
Mets 6, Indians 0. Matz, in a shutout comeback, struck out nine, and Kid Conforto doubled twice. It was a great game. So, the title of this post is the title of an amazing baseball documentary that I encourage everyone to watch. It's about an independent baseball team in Portland, Oregon, during the 1970s. Even … Continue reading The Battered Bastards of Baseball
Triple Homers
Mets 6, Indians 5. Three homers showed that our bats are waking up for the spring, and even though Familia nearly blew the save by allowing the winning run on base, a lazy fly ball to De Aza in centerfield ended the game. This is the offense we're waiting to see. Today is a haiku … Continue reading Triple Homers
Mets Win, Losing Streak Ends
We won! Mets 2, Marlins 1. The four-game skid is over. I was asked to write about reliever Hansel Robles in today's poem, since manager Terry Collins put him in a bases loaded, none out situation. Robles, a righty, struck out two before lefty Dee Gordon (a legit threat) came up to the plate. Collins … Continue reading Mets Win, Losing Streak Ends
The Captain
Mets 1, Marlins 2. That brings the losing streak to four games, but our pitchers are just getting warmed up. Hopefully the bats will follow. Today I wrote about David Wright, the Captain, who has had a bad bout with spinal stenosis, which limits his ability to play regularly. But David is an original Met. … Continue reading The Captain
