Batter Up! Poem by Edmund V. Strolis
Batter Up!
The boys were back in town
All hail the conquering heroes!
They had laid the opposition down
Filling bleachers coast to coast
The cheers began in the cheap seats
Loud and raucous all in fun
Beer and banners both were hoisted
The diamond glittered in the sun.
This shining gem across the country
Reflects the goodness in us all
Intense yet civilized and sacred
Across the seasons, spring to fall
A victory in Sports means a lot to the fans and the whole nation. We also celebrate with too much fervor at each victory. Though i'm no longer a Sports person...haven't watched any match since long but i can understand the enthusiasm of the sports buffs. Sometimes we treat sports as if it's a war that must be won at all costs. But mostly it's fun. You have painted a lovely picture of a victory celebration.
Baseball in America is pure sportsmanship. Not a feverish war as some competitions devolve into. A foolish individual that makes the mistake of becoming belligerent will not be tolerated and will be escorted out. Let the streets and newspapers become uncivilized but not the good sport of baseball. Men, women, smiling children fill the stands and cheer on the men and rarely show displeasure at a players poor performance because like family they wish them better luck next time. Baseball's union of fan and players is unique and personal and the tradition extends to the very early days of this country. To see the fans stand and sing take me out to the ballgame as they have for decades with joyful and innocent childlike glee brings back a faith in one people in one nation. I do not care much for other sports but baseball for me is a beautiful thing.
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4/23/2024 10:44:50 AM # 1.0.0.1119
i like this piece, edmund. i grew up with baseball. The diamond glittered in the sun. it indeed glitters, and how they manicure the grounds so well is a mystery to me. for my paean to baseball see my poem orientation to baseball. gk
My apologies GK for taking so long to reply but I have been blissfully adrift. By the way do you think that it should be glistened or glittered? Yes the lawns, the lights, the symmetry all works so well in these topsy turvy times! I still remember the feel of a new glove and being barefoot and diving recklessly for balls or the sweet feeling of hitting the ball down third base and over the head of some scrabbling young urchin like me. I will gladly read your poem!