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A Baseball Essay

“Swing batter swing,” the young boy yelled. “I love to say that at a baseball game.” The young boy continued to enjoy the game that we know as America’s Favorite Pastime. Enriched in the mind of a young boy, is his favorite player making a diving catch or taking a full swing for a homerun. It starts at a young age, and continues throughout live. This is baseball and one of the reasons why I love the game.

My love for the game began when I was young and had the dream of being a Major League baseball player. I loved the nostalgia of the game and what it stands for. Forever in my mind is the bedroom I created when I lived at my parent’s home — I had pictures, stories, autographed baseballs, bats and hats decorated around. I lived the game, dreamed the game, and treasured the game.

“Watching Ferris Bueller?” I asked the little boy, in the scene when they all cut school for the day and attended a Chicago Cub’s game. He began to laugh. Of all places, we were at a Long Island Ducks game (members of the Atlantic Professional Baseball League) in the heartland of Long Island, known as Citibank Park. At a time when the politics of the game went on the backburner and the overriding enthusiasm and support of  Long Island to support the Ducks was real, the dream became a reality.

It is for the hot dogs, peanuts and beer and the chance to see up and coming stars and some stars there were in the Major Leagues, but attempting to make a comeback — Rickey Henderson, Mark Whiten, Carlos Baerga — to name a few. I also mention in this book a meeting with Jose Rijo of the Reds, he’s one of many good ballplayers that I have had the chance to meet and talk with. They are the game, they make the game.

Besides also going to Ducks’ games, I have been on baseball road trips to live the reality. I went to see the Glens Falls Tigers (AA-ball) when John Smoltz, now a member of the Atlanta Braves and part of one of the best rotations going and one of the most feared teams of the ’90’s — besides the New York Yankees — carving his craft to become one of the best pitchers in Major League baseball. I traveled to the Toronto Skydome to see the Toronto Blue Jays play against the Yankees, Fenway Park, Shea Stadium, and many minor league ballfields. When I was asked to write a poem for the book Baseball Stories for the Soul, I wanted to write something that America would remember the pastime by. So, I wrote “America’s Pastime” and it went like this:

Yesterday there was Willie, Mickey and the Duke.

Today there is the Rocket, Junior and Big Mac.

Tomorrow there is Bip, John and Steve.

It is not music, but a game that makes its own music.

From the singing of the anthem…To the crack of the bat.

To the Duke hitting a homerun in Ebbets, Big Mac taking his swing at

70…80…Junior going downtown.

Each with something in mind — to win.

America’s game — Baseball.

The National Pastime.

This is why I love baseball, America’s Pastime

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MLB Calendar

Here’s a look at the following dates in the World of baseball.

  • April 1: Last day to request unconditional release waivers on a player without having to pay his full 2008 salary.

  • April 5: Opening Day, active rosters reduced to 25 players.

  • June 9-10: Amateur Draft.

  • July 14: All-Star Game, St. Louis.

  • July 26: Hall of Fame inductions, Cooperstown, N.Y.

  • July 31: Last day to trade a player without securing waivers.

Until then, see ya at the park!

Soon!

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Let’s Play Ball!

“Swing
batter swing,” the young boy yelled. “I love to say that at a baseball
game.” The young boy continued to enjoy the game that we know as America’s Favorite Pastime.
Enriched in the mind of a young boy, is his favorite player making a
diving catch or taking a full swing for a homerun. It starts at a young
age, and continues throughout live. This is baseball and one of the
reasons why I love the game.

My love for the game began when I was young and had the dream of being a Major League baseball player.
I loved the nostalgia of the game and what it stands for. Forever in my
mind is the bedroom I created when I lived at my parent’s home — I had
pictures, stories, autographed baseballs, bats and hats decorated
around. I lived the game, dreamed the game, and treasured the game.

“Watching Ferris Bueller?” I asked the little boy, in the scene when they all cut school for the day and attended a Chicago Cub’s game. He began to laugh. Of all places, we were at a Long Island Ducks game (members of the Atlantic Professional Baseball League) in the heartland of Long Island, known as Citibank Park.
At a time when the politics of the game went on the backburner and the
overriding enthusiasm and support of  Long Island to support the Ducks was real, the dream became a reality.

It is for the hot dogs, peanuts and beer and the chance to see up and coming stars and some stars there were in the Major Leagues, but attempting to make a comeback — Rickey Henderson, Mark Whiten, Carlos Baerga — to name a few. I also mention in this book a meeting with Jose Rijo of the Reds, he’s one of many good ballplayers that I have had the chance to meet and talk with. They are the game, they make the game.

Besides also going to Ducks’ games, I have been on baseball road trips to live the reality. I went to see the Glens Falls Tigers (AA-ball) when John Smoltz,
now a member of the Atlanta Braves and part of one of the best
rotations going and one of the most feared teams of the ’90’s —
besides the New York Yankees — carving his craft to become one of the best pitchers in Major League baseball. I traveled to the Toronto Skydome to see the Toronto Blue Jays play against the Yankees, Fenway Park, Shea Stadium, and many minor league ballfields. When I was asked to write a poem for the book Baseball Stories for the Soul, I wanted to write something that America would remember the pastime by. So, I wrote “America’s Pastime” and it went like this:

Yesterday there was Willie, Mickey and the Duke.

Today there is the Rocket, Junior and Big Mac.

Tomorrow there is Bip, John and Steve.

It is not music, but a game that makes its own music.

From the singing of the anthem…To the crack of the bat.

To the Duke hitting a homerun in Ebbets, Big Mac taking his swing at

70…80…Junior going downtown.

Each with something in mind — to win.

America’s game — Baseball.

The National Pastime.

This is why I love baseball, America’s Pastime

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