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| photo by mistycabal |
when you play the game
you risk
forgetting
why you play the game
that's why
spring is so special
the first game,
the dirt, the grass,
pine tar, leather
a hot dog
grilled
among a hundred
others
all those young guys
with dreams
to make the show
& then
those
that know they won't,
that this one
might be the last
& are just happy
to be
playing the game.
written for Poetry Jam
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Love the waterfall effect of this-
very refreshing!
I never liked sports but God knows I loved to play the games others forced me into! I miss that foreman dance near as much as I do my job which I was competent at doing.
It is that time of year again isn't it? It builds up expectations and stirs dreams even for those of us on the side lines.
Each spring those old familiar games seem new again...the dreams become new again! Yup, spring is always special...each year!
Coming back to a fine start. we follow them at real time over here too! Nicely Brian!
Hank
Coming back to a fine start. we follow them at real time over here too! Nicely Brian!
Hank
Sure brings it back around and just brings forth the fun.
You make me wish I was a sport enthusiast, this sounds like fun
Oh, yes... baseball. The hamburgers at our ballpark are to die for.
I was very competitive but realised my limitations. Just the opposite of tall and strapping, and I had very little stamina to speak of. But I remember having those dreams...
Aahh..I love to be here...and you are amazing as always :)
You are SUCH a hot dog yourself, Brian. Evokes a springtime memory...
I love spring but I love more Autumn! Yes Im more of autumn/winter and after this summer, believe I wait...
But is curious I love all the begining of season, have something special and all of you had a hard winter!
Happy spring Brian!
Bring on the Sabrett hot dogs and soon after the beach blankets! Woot Woot!!!!!
I always loved going to the White Sox opener. It always welcomed spring, even though I was sitting in the bleachers in a parka and mittens.
Baseball - my favorite sport. I LOVE everything about baseball. It's by far the most romantic of all the sports. I am a huge Cincinnati Reds fan so I am hoping that this will be a Red October :)
I so get this.... wonderfully done!
Well I'm not a big fan of sports, but it is quite fun to do something you enjoy and get lost in it.
No Matter How Many Springs Before,This One Always Feels Fresh and always feels like the First one!
"when you play the game
you risk
forgetting
why you play the game..."
Hi! Brian...
Thanks, for sharing the
photo by mistycabal
Because it compliments your very poetic words... too!
[How do they say? American favorite past-time...]
I also like the way you described..."why
spring [and Base-ball] is so special..." too!
deedee :)
yeah jut to enjoy
With no other ploy
As one is able to play
On a nice spring day
Is sure grand
Until some crazy screams from the stand
Oh how I love baseball. "The Show". I've watched Bull Durham at least 50 times. So many good quotes. Loved this piece - gives me spring fever as I sit and stare at the snow out my window.
The Rockies are our home team, and on game day, you can get a "rock-pile" ticket for about $5 I'm guessing (long time since I've had the time to while away an afternoon in this manner - back then they were $1) and the famous South Stands (where we produce the Rocky Mountain Thunder to intimidate the other teams) were open seating. What great times.
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Excellent poem full of beauty as the spring. Greetings.
I don't even like baseball but I do like this.
I love rainy season..and adventure sports :)
wow... that worked well. those few lines left me feeling the dust and disagreeing with the ump
Love this! Play ball!
Aloha Brian
Playing the game --- a really deep metaphor here! Your presentation, as always, is so well done with the photograph. But the poem itelf is the real star. I really enjoyed your work, as always! 8-)
the first game,
the dirt, the grass,
pine tar, leather
Love this, it reminded me of the old First World War poem - play up and play the game. Rich in images and thoughts
another sign of spring - loved all the smells associated - grass, air, pine tar, hotdogs- wistful look at the boys of spring - Are your guys playing ball this year? K
Perhaps the ones who are simply happy to play are the luckiest of all! Lots of concrete images in this--very effective!
This moves beautifully!
Oh no - we're about to enter the time when people post lots of baseball things on FB, aren't we?
Lovely memories of baseball season...and how we all are Superstars with great hopes and great potential~ thanks Brian~ <3
A metaphor for life. It even works for me, and I'm not a sports type person.
Love..related; I am ready!
This makes me miss Florida and all of those spring training games we would watch. I like the way you wrote this with a touch of sadness intertwined with the freshness of spring and new dreams on the horizon. I really wanna go to a game now....
oh yeah, I remember
I like the simple innocence found in this.
From little league to the pros .... fond memories of the spring season! Love how you bring the game to life!
...play the game as if it's your last... giving & living everything to very best of what your heart, mind, and soul can give / offer... just loved it.... a real especial poem Brian... smiles...
Brian, the love of the game at all levels/refractions? I love the seeing the little league practices on my way home from work. Nice! :-)
I love the game of baseball and your poem is a nice ode to that.
It is good not to lose one's focus and purpose for doing something - be it a game or some other endeavors. It is easy to get lost in the competition, in the desire to be the number 1. Sometimes, the best reward is the joy of doing something one loves. Nice reminder, Brian. :-)
that is exactly what i was trying to say....smiles.
it definitely is easy to loose focus on what initially inspired and fall into a trap of forgetting completely that love and joy. it's important to cling to those moments that try to remind us of those humble beginnings.
Loving the rhythm of this, and the feeling of spring warmth it brings even as I sit next to a cold window with a snowy view.
oh i like this...starts with the title...and we do tend to forget why we're doing things...starting in spring when all is budding and exciting and then in the summer heat it gets tiresome and routine maybe.. love how the old men that started like the young ones once managed to preserve that first love and happiness despite and through many dis-illusions maybe and stay just for love of the game..
I guess we all have our own reasons for why spring is special--it just is. Great title on this one, bri.
Lovely. Innocent, sweet. The best part of sports of any kind? The anticipation for the season to come! Great stuff, especially since we got hit with ten inches of snow yesterday. Gives me hope! (wink) Amy
Ah Spring, so full of expectation and promise. I love it, and I love the way you evoke memory with words.
I can feel and smell this, it's powerful Brian
does it matter to know why we play a game?
Games are there to be played. They have no other raison d'etre. End of story. Not true. They've one other purpose: to be spun into damn fine poems!
Batters up! I enjoy playing the game, still, but with a softball these days.
I am really looking forward to the first touch of spring & watching the games in the field ~
Love the game! Your words sure brought summer out for me'
Thanks
Hugs
SueAnn
Oh I loved this Brian...take me out to the ballgame, and make that a veggie dog please!!! ;<)
Yes, sometimes it's just about playing the game and not necessarily winning. Nice metaphor about life, Brian. Love the flow of your poem. Baseball is the only sport I enjoy watching. Smiles :)
Yep. This is a good one. I remember in the film Invictus Nelson Mandela says "as in sport, so in life". :-)
And a great game it is, too!
=)
nice - with us it is flipped - the advent of winter to get back out on the ice -
good take on sport Brian
i love this! makes me want to go to a ballgame!
I never associate Spring with baseball. But yesterday I took my grandson (I'm visiting) to the park and he saw older kids in practice. He so much wanted to play too. Guess he will when older, then Spring will mean something different from flowers and growth. It'll be more about expectation and competition. At least for him.
The fun is in the playing, not the winning.
Well done.
Spring and Baseball ..it's time again! Cool poem!
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