Re: Me, You, Us
A poem for my baseball fan friendIT AIN'T OVERBaseball is something like love. There's an elegance about it – a fine tension.Fielders pluck comets from thin and glorious air. Pitchers make solid spheres disappear. And... More »
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A poem for my baseball fan friendIT AIN'T OVERBaseball is something like love. There's an elegance about it – a fine tension.Fielders pluck comets from thin and glorious air. Pitchers make solid spheres disappear. And... More »
Hi Mike~ Why do “I” happen to have the best answers? Perhaps because the "I" is the mirror of one's all knowing, all seeing Deity? And one who is very concerned about our daily affairs... More »
Ahhhh the milkman! We used to have a metal box on the front porch and every morning during the school year I knew that when I heard the lid slam(our milkman always slammed it) it... More »
Non-duality is neither an evolutionary given or an involutionary given. Why? Tom : Because it evolved. Strike 2. Don’t they play baseball up in Canada? You can’t take the same swing at the same pitch,... More »
As a child, I mixed it up so much with my gang of friends who were all boys that my mom thought they forgot I was a girl. In street baseball, I batted right-handed but... More »
Ah you can never go wrong with a truly bad written assignment, that's what I always say....or would always say if I felt there were a lot of bad writers that needed to hear that.... More »
Here’s the Preface to RAW’s 1986 Edition of Cosmic Trigger . It exemplifies what he calls “neurological agnosticism.” Many of our postemetaphysical themes are contained therein. From his homepage : Cosmic Trigger was originally published... More »
<br /><br /> Dying for Dummies Chapter 3 Playing with crazy So if crazy holds the possibility to be a good thing, I have a few examples that helped unfold this understanding.... More »
Integral Spirituality as elaborated in KW book is simply a psychoactive framework which initiates permanently more complexity and perspectives. Its not a fixed body of holistic thinking. I was dealing with holism for last 4... More »
yeah i agree ben, i didn't get from the novel that p.k.d. had it in mind that deckard was a replicant too. interesting philosophical twist though........ by the way, i read the sandworms of dune... More »
‘Jorge Rafael De Posada was born on August 17,1971 in Santurce, Puerto Rico. From a very young age, Jorge Posada showed a tremendous aptitude for sports and particularly for baseball. He attended the Alejandrino High... More »
I had to switch computers...the other one was driving me crazy. Anyways, I'm so frusterated at the doctors that my mom still isn't feeling well. She lost fifteen pounds in 3 weeks because she can't... More »
pink flowers on the sand cherry waving its arms outside the window in the early evening breeze. baseball drifting from the other room. the light deepening and the shadows lengthening. There are small blue flowers... More »
After 19 years apart, I have finally reached the point in my life where I want to contact my biological parents. My parents (I will always refer to my adoptive parents as "my parents) were... More »
"- Please be aware that in the midst of a serious discussion on gender issues, posting cruel or mocking humor tends to escalate things and upset people. What seems funny to you might seem very... More »
There are primitives living on every block, Not just Borneo and the great Brazilian jungle. Primitives pray that they might eat, And curse their neighbor's mongrel. They watch baseball and football - boxing and... More »
It's like accidentally dropping your favorite baseball that grandma for you for christmas and was signed by Jackie Robinson down a snake hole. You have to stick your hand in and pray the snake isn't... More »
My internet explorer has a virus, so that is why I haven't written. But then I discovered that AOL is working perfectly. Apparently I have 968 unread emails. I dislike AOL because it's slow and... More »
Unfortunately, I know for myself the truth of the title above. Mary Jaksch wrote a wonderful blog entry about this very topic in "Good Life Zen". The Washington Post did an experiment to test this.... More »
I was not particularly happy with my last poetry exercise. Partly because I adapted someone else’s writing exercise (even with attribution) and because I’ve had no responses regarding that blog. Disappointment filled my heart. :... More »
. . . whether your name is Gehrig, or Ripken, DiMaggio, or Robinson, or that of some youngster who picks up his bat or puts on his glove, you are challenged by the game of baseball to do your very best, day in and day out, and that's all I've ever tried to do
I have seen boys on my baseball team go into slumps and never come out of them, and I have seen others snap right out and come back better than ever. I guess more players lick themselves than are ever licked by an opposing team. The first thing any man has to know is how to handle himself. Training counts. You can't win any game unless you are ready to win.
For the parents of a Little Leaguer, a baseball game is simply a nervous breakdown into innings.
I'm old, old enough to play baseball or football. I'm not eight yet. My Mom told me when you start baseball, you aren't going to be able to run that fast because you had an operation. I told Mom I wouldn't need to run fast. When I play baseball, I'll just hit them out of the park. Then I'll be able to walk.
These are the saddest of possible words, Tinker-to-Evers-to-Chance. Trio of Bear Cubs fleeter than birds, Tinker-to-Evers-to-Chance. Ruthlessly pricking our gonfalon bubble, Making a Giant hit into a double, Words that are weighty with nothing but trouble, Tinker-to-Evers-to-Chance. This brief poem, immortalized the Chicago Cubs' double-play combination: Shortstop Joe Tinker, second baseman Johnny Evers, and first baseman Frank Chance.
I spent twenty-two seasons playing professional baseball. Naturally, success in that field is measured by batting averages, number of home runs and RBIs, fielding averages, ERAs and other statistics. Fame, notoriety and the bright lights fade quickly. To me, true success in life would be to develop both physically and spiritually to our fullest and to endure to the end!
If you are worshipping false gods-such as football, baseball, gold, tennis, or money or technology or automobiles or houses or gold or silver-and you can tell what a man worships by what he does on Sunday-repent and start worshipping the true and living God, the maker of heaven and earth and all things that in them are.
Whoever wants to know the heart and mind of America had better learn baseball, the rules and realities of the game.
A gentleman walking along the street passed a vacant lot where some boys were playing baseball. He asked what the score was and was told,"We're behind eighteen to nothing." "Well," said the gentleman, "I must say you don't look very discouraged." "Discouraged?" the boy said, puzzled, "We're not discouraged. We haven't come to bat yet!"
All the courage and competitiveness of Jackie Robinson affects me to this day. If I patterned my life after anyone it was him, not because he was the first black baseball player in the majors but because he was a hero.