Re: MLB
Posted: Wed April 08, 2015 10:44 pm
If Tony LaRussa and Bobby Bonilla were so great, then how come I don't see them in the majors right now?
Dont lump me in with "you guys," I GET Hawk.Lament wrote:You guys just don't "get" Hawk.
The Hawk taught Yaz what it meant to "Eiffel Tower." Yaz went on to win the Triple Crown that very season. Coincidence? I doubt it.
Also no more Melvin!CopperTom wrote:Sweep!!
1st place!
I might as well say it now. I might not be able to say it after April.
Go Braves!
Simple Torture wrote:Do other teams do stupid shit like have a "team poet laureate" come into the booth to read his "opening day poem"?
philpritchard wrote:Simple Torture wrote:Do other teams do stupid shit like have a "team poet laureate" come into the booth to read his "opening day poem"?Does that really happen?
Except he forgot the words halfway through and literally said, "There are other words in there."The long snow-bound winter casts a dark pall
Till one day an umpire hollers, “Play ball!”
Then skies start to brighten, blue displaces gray.
Baseball springs eternal. It’s Opening Day.
The birds begin singing. The trees start to bloom.
The umpire’s dusting home plate with his broom.
It’s a brand new beginning, a time we all cheer.
In baseball language it’s, “Happy New Year!”
The setbacks will surface, the losses, the gloom.
Each team except one is destined for doom.
But the Red Sox might win it, so let’s start to play.
And that is the magic of Opening Day.
Ohhhh so when they say "team poet laureate" they really mean "random fan selected to write a poem about opening day". I assumed they meant an actual poet.Simple Torture wrote:philpritchard wrote:Simple Torture wrote:Do other teams do stupid shit like have a "team poet laureate" come into the booth to read his "opening day poem"?Does that really happen?
Except he forgot the words halfway through and literally said, "There are other words in there."The long snow-bound winter casts a dark pall
Till one day an umpire hollers, “Play ball!”
Then skies start to brighten, blue displaces gray.
Baseball springs eternal. It’s Opening Day.
The birds begin singing. The trees start to bloom.
The umpire’s dusting home plate with his broom.
It’s a brand new beginning, a time we all cheer.
In baseball language it’s, “Happy New Year!”
The setbacks will surface, the losses, the gloom.
Each team except one is destined for doom.
But the Red Sox might win it, so let’s start to play.
And that is the magic of Opening Day.