Posted tagged ‘sports poetry’

Eovaldi

November 19, 2018

The Red Sox needed Nathan Eovaldi
a day before his start
So he threw six heroic innings
plus one bad pitch
ending the historic match
as the east coast said “Good morning”
and the west coast said “Goodnight”

Walking off the field
dejected, upset
He hears the opponents celebrating and
thousands of joyous screams inside Dodger Stadium.

Pounds of salt on a fresh wound

His teammates show their appreciation
Not a single player or coach leaves the dugout
They know he didn’t lose the game
They lost the game for him.

ER

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First Round, 22nd Pick

September 17, 2018

Man on the radio,
I’m driving while the city sleeps.
Tell me about the new draft pick.

He’s from Medford and runs with a proverb:
Height doesn’t measure heart.
It gives him a chip on his shoulder and
the meaning of life.
His life.

Man on the radio,
What’s the kid’s story?

Imagine being told you’re too small.
He got angry and
worked to prove everyone wrong,
using a fastball, slider and confidence.

Man on the radio,
what does his future look like?

He will tear his anterior cruciate ligament, but recover faster than anyone else.
He will help his team to the promised land after a 22-year odyssey.
He will earn a degree and several playoff starts.
He will win gold for his country.
He will build a fashion empire and maintain a mansion.
He will have ups and downs.
He will face adversity and a recurring blister.
He will energize the fan base.

You might be turned off by his bravado,
but baseball isn’t fun without character.
His character.

Man on the radio,
How will it all end?

Let the story play out.
Let the story play out.

ER

Hiatus

August 27, 2018

Inspired by Mr. Zwelling’s account of Mr. Axford’s summer of 2017

Going home

to see my children

Going home

because I have been released

Going home

for an extended break

Letting go

as I sit on the couch

distancing myself from exercise,

the life I have experienced,

stress and doubt

I will take my children to a game,

paying for our own tickets

We will sit behind the bullpen

The same bullpen I once sat in

We will eat hot dogs and ice cream sandwiches,

as I disconnect from my competitive spirit

Remarkable

how I have never watched the game,

only participated

My return will be determined at a later time

For now,

I am not a bullpen arm

I am Father, son, partner

ER

The Hurler’s Prayer

July 25, 2018

Coach in Heaven,
Fuel my strength.
Protect my arm.
Protect my shoulder.
Protect my ulnar collateral ligament.
Allow my pitches to find their targets, with the force to move mountains.
May flyballs land in gloves.
May ground balls stay in the infield.
Help me fool the opposition.
Fuel my strength.
In Cy Young’s name,
Amen.

ER

Return of the Right Fielder

July 10, 2018

The epicenter of the resurgence returned home as a visitor.

Odd seeing him wear the uniform of the Metropolitans.

Standing on the field where he blossomed, there are standing ovations and video tributes.

All richley deserved.

I smile at the memories, but feel sadness when he pulls out a defensive alignment card.

It’s not the same club he once played for.

It isn’t the same group that captivated the nation.

This is evolution.

This is a team in transition.

He is getting older and that means I am getting older.

So I cling to the memories and wonder if he does the same.

ER


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