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100 Words about Baseball

  • Why I Love Baseball
    There is no clock
    90 feet between bases is genius
    There are secret signs
    Hanging curveballs are sexy
    Numbers are magic: 755, 56, 7, 61, 1.12
    Tinker to Evers to Chance
    Ivy at Wrigley
    The Green Monster
    The suicide squeeze
    Cracker Jack
    Walt Whitman liked it
    Jackie Robinson and Pee-Wee Reese
    It just feels American
    The seventh-inning stretch
    Guys in tight pants
    Bull Durham
    There’s no crying in baseball
    A great play at the plate
    High socks
    Spring training
    Keeping score
    The rubber game
    The infield fly rule
    162 chances

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Way to go! I agree that posting one's poetry would be VERY intimidating. I feel that way about my watercolor attempts. I love painting, and try to do it for my own pleasure, getting away from need to 'perform'. It's a huge ego lesson, as an adult, to be a novice again and be OK with that. I just heard the Billy Collins / Bill Murray CD last weekend and LOVED it. I happened to have been painting while it played, and noted my pleasure at the confluence of the two. Your poem captures the way a normal day weaves itself through our consciousness. Or is it our consciousness weaving through the day?

Congratulations on being brave.


Ann, than you so much for your kind words! I can so relate to that the struggle to be OK with being a novice, to just be where you are and take the growth as it comes (or doesn't).

And isn't Billy Collins just wonderful? "But don't worry...I am not the bread and the knife." :)

Rose B

Tara - I love it. And go you for putting it out there.


Rose - thanks so much for your comment. I appreciate your support! :)


Very nice! I especially like the evocation of the absurdity of the endless to-do list.

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