Category Archives: Poetry

On Baseball

“Why do you like baseball so much?” asked my husband’s son. My self-conscious, stumbling answer: To love a team from childhood, To care so much about the players…every game. “I know that” he said impatiently, “But I don’t remember you … Continue reading

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Opening Day

April 1.  At work Sitting on the edge of my seat. Radio on. Volume barely audible. In a stuffy office of buttoned-down collars and billable hours. I’m wound up — excited. Game on! Attempting to concentrate on work Knowing it’s … Continue reading

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‘Twas the Night Before Christmas in Red Sox Nation

 ‘Twas the night before Christmas when all through Fenway Park, Not a creature was stirring; the stadium lights were dark. The pennants were hung from the roof deck with care; With hope that another would hang there next year. The fans … Continue reading

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