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Tuesday, May 01, 2007

Ode to Baseball #1


THE PITCHER
by Robert Francis

His art is eccentricity, his aim
How not to hit the mark he seems to aim at.
His passion how to avoid the obvious,
His technique how to vary the avoidance.
The others throw to be comprehended. He
Throws to be a moment misunderstood.
Yet not too much. Not errant, arrant, wild,
But every seeming aberration willed.
Not to, yet still, still to communicate
Making the batter understand too late.

(From my friend, Lane Denson, in his daily column OUT OF NOWHERE)

That, of course, is the great Cy Young, from a Baseball Card, circa 1911.

Oh, and GO BOSTON RED SOX!!!

5 comments:

Ann said...

Go Cubs!

Dan Martins said...

What Ann said.

Plus...great poem, Elizabeth. I can't imagine a more artful description of pitching.

Emily said...

Born on the South Shore, raised on the 3rd base line. Worshiped our protector, the green monster and reveled in the TED (who never really liked us) but played in our corner.

Later in life, froze my buns off at Candlestick, but loved it like Fenway. Survived 12 frozen years in Wisconsin, never making it to Wrigley but, always hoping, always hoping for the cubbies 2005 for which Red Sox Nation waited all the years I was alive.

MICHAEL said...

About 3 years ago I dropped into a black hole – four months of absolute terror. I wanted to end my life, but somehow [Holy Spirit], I reached out to a friend who took me to hospital. I had three visits [hospital] in four months – I actually thought I was in hell. I imagine I was going through some sort of metamorphosis [mental, physical & spiritual]. I had been seeing a therapist [1994] on a regular basis, up until this point in time. I actually thought I would be locked away – but the hospital staff was very supportive [I had no control over my process]. I was released from hospital 16th September 1994, but my fear, pain & shame had only subsided a little. I remember this particular morning waking up [home] & my process would start up again [fear, pain, & shame]. No one could help me, not even my therapist [I was terrified]. I asked Jesus Christ to have mercy on me & forgive me my sins. Slowly, all my fear has dissipated & I believe Jesus delivered me from my “psychological prison.” I am a practicing Catholic & the Holy Spirit is my friend & strength; every day since then has been a joy & blessing. I deserve to go to hell for the life I have led, but Jesus through His sacrifice on the cross, delivered me from my inequities. John 3: 8, John 15: 26, are verses I can relate to, organically. He’s a real person who is with me all the time. I have so much joy & peace in my life, today, after a childhood spent in orphanages [England & Australia]. God LOVES me so much. Fear, pain, & shame, are no longer my constant companions. I just wanted to share my experience with you [Luke 8: 16 – 17].

Peace Be With You
Micky

Elizabeth Kaeton said...

Micky, I'm not sure what this has to do with baseball, but I'm always happy to hear a witness of salvation. God bless you.