September 28, 2011

OMD! It's the last day of the baseball season!

Citi Field, empty. Sob.
It's actually here. It's not just a bad dream, like I'd hoped. It's real. The baseball season has come and gone. Sob. Seems like it was only yesterday that Spring training was starting up.

I'll never survive. My secret plan will help -- but I still don't know if I'll make it all the way to Spring. When all the major MLB players visit me this winter, and Jason Varitek moves in for a month or so, I'll probably feel better. But right now it's so hard.

There won't be a baseball game tomorrow night (barring any ties at the end of tonight's games). The season has ended. How could this have happened? And what can we do so it never happens again? Those are my questions.

Oy, I can't believe it. I'm going to go lie down and have a sick headache. How will you cope with this tremendous, gut-wrenching loss?
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3 comments:

  1. Anna Guess PickSeptember 28, 2011 at 7:29 PM

    For Keith:

    365 by Jack Buck

    When someone asks you your favorite sport
    And you answer Baseball in a blink
    There are certain qualities you must possess
    And you're more attached than you think.
    In the frozen grip of winter
    I'm sure you'll agree with me
    Not a day goes by without someone
    Talking baseball to some degree.
    The calendar flips on New Year's Day
    The Super Bowl comes and it goes
    Get the other sports out of the way
    The green grass and the fever grows.
    It's time to pack a bag and take a trip
    To Arizona or the Sunshine State
    Perhaps you can't go, but there's the radio
    So you listen-you root-you wait.
    They start the campaign, pomp and pageantry reign
    You claim the pennant on Opening Day

    From April till fall
    You follow the bouncing white ball
    Your team is set to go all the way.
    They fall short of the series
    You have a case of the "wearies"
    And need as break from the game
    But when Christmas bells jingle
    You feel that old tingle
    And you're ready for more of the same.
    It will be hot dogs for dinner
    Six months of heaven, a winner
    Yes, Baseball has always been it.
    You would amaze all your friends
    If they knew to what ends
    You'd go for a little old hit.
    The best times you're had
    Have been with your Mom and your Dad
    And a bat and a ball and a glove.

    From the first time you played
    Till the last time you prayed
    It's been a simple matter of love.

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  2. Anna Guess PickSeptember 28, 2011 at 7:31 PM

    For tomorrow and the days after...

    http://www.baseball-almanac.com/poems.shtml

    Enjoy.

    A.

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  3. writenowSeptember 28, 2011 at 7:49 PM

    Thanks, Annie. In the winter, I'll cry into my handkerchief and visit those poems. Right now, I gotta go watch the last games. Damn!

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