|People ask me what I do in winter when there’s no baseball. I’ll tell you what I do. I stare out the window and wait for spring.|
They say absence makes the heart grow fonder, and that’s certainly true for baseball fans who have to endure the long and lonely offseason that stretches through the cold, unending months of winter. But those dark days are officially behind us now: it’s P&C day, y’all.
It’s positively poetic that pitchers and catchers report on Valentine’s Day, because quite a few of the Ladies have ongoing torrid affairs with baseball. And let’s be honest- we’d much rather be treated to the boys of summer than yet another lame box of candy. So we’ve put together a few love letters to baseball – little Valentine’s treats for our favorite teams and players, and the game itself… all after the jump.
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth of the lineup
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight of first place
For the ends of September and the playoffs.
I love thee to the level of every day’s
starting pitcher, by sun and stadium lights.
I love thee freely, as Reyes steals a base;
I love thee purely, as Beltran dives for a ball in centerfield.
I love thee with a passion put to use
In my old griefs from 2000, 2006 & 2007, and with my faith in D-Wright.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost Mets, — I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life! — and, if the baseball gods choose,
I shall but love thee better after a World Series win.
This is the size of my heart you are allowed to hold,
This is the size of my heart you are allowed to darken,
This is the size of my heart you are allowed to break.
This is the time I spend each day reading WHYGAVS,
This is the new management, same as the old management,
This is the game I will attend come April when you are in town.
This is the heart of distant memories,
This is the heart I carry for my oldest friend in the world, thousands of miles away,
This is the heart not for baseball, but for Britcher who still loves the Buccos.
This is the color of black.
|Spring Training: My annual pilgrimage to Florida involves the four B’s: baseball, boys, booze & beach. If loving that is wrong, I don’t want to be right.
Josh Beckett: I don’t care if you reported this week with a spare tire, you get a free pass because you’re Commander Kickass of the Fuck Yeah Brigade.
Fenway Park & Wrigley Field: I love you in all your old-timey, organ music, metal scoreboard, small seats, funky-shaped glory. Unconditional love.
Opening Day: So close and yet so far away.
|Roger Clemens: You may be my childhood hero, but after your recent, how shall I say this delicately?… “troubles”, i think we should slow things down.
Toronto Blue Jays: I don’t love you like that, but I must confess to a strong like- you’re scrappy and cute and Canadian. Plus, Dustin McGowan’s sideburns are wicked awesome.
Joba Chamberlain: I really hated you after you “accidentally” (on purpose) threw balls at two Red Sox players’ heads, but then I read about your text messaging addiction and I’ve downgraded the hate to a cautious “let’s see”.
|A.J. Pierzysnki: If only I could find a florist that would deliver more Michael Barrett punches to your face.
Cleveland Indians: Surely this should come as no surprise to you, Cleveland.
Barry Bonds: I will hate you forever and ever, amen.
A ella le gusta Molina (Yadier Molina!)
Como le encanta Molina (Yadier Molina!)
A ella le gusta Molina (Yadier Molina!)
Como le encanta Molina (Yadier Molina!)
“Baseball Is” by Greg Hall
Baseball is grass, chalk, and dirt displayed the same yet differently
In every park that has ever heard the words play ball.
Baseball is a passion that bonds and divides all those who know it.
Baseball is a pair of hands stained with newsprint,
A set of eyes squinting to read a boxscore,
A brow creased in an attempt to recreate a three-hour game
From an inch square block of type.
Baseball is the hat I wear to mow the lawn.
Baseball is a simple game of catch
and the never-ending search for the perfect knuckleball.
Baseball is Willie vs Mickey, Gibson vs Koufax, and Buddy Biancalana vs the odds.
Baseball links Kansan and Missourian, American and Japanese,
But most of all father and son.
Baseball is the scent of spring,
The unmistakable sound of a double down the line,
And the face of a 10-year-old emerging from a pile of bodies
With a worthless yet priceless foul ball.
Baseball is a language of very simple words that tell unbelievably magic tales.
Baseball is three brothers in the same uniform on the same team for one brief summer
Captured forever in a black and white photo on a table by the couch.
Baseball is a glove on a shelf, oiled and tightly wrapped,
Slumbering through the stark winter months.
Baseball is a breast pocket bulging with a transistor radio.
Baseball is the reason there are transistor radios.
Baseball is a voice in a box describing men you’ve never met,
In a place you’ve never been,
Doing things you’ll never have the chance to do.
Baseball is a dream that you never really give up on.
Baseball is precious.
Baseball is timeless.
Baseball is forever.
I think I’ve been holding my breath for tomorrow morning since October 29. I am so sick and tired of the only baseball news being about Roger Clemens’s ass.
Although, come to think of it, a box of nice chocolates will excellently complement the joy of watching pitchers and catchers actually working out as a team (a whoosh through the air! A thwack into a glove! A crack off a bat!).
you ladies rock!
I, uhh…well I doodled a card for you lovely folks:
46 days till Opening Day!
OMG, I just noticed the new banner! Well played, Ladies.
Is it April yet?
Digging the new banner. I’m counting the days till April 1st. In the meantime I look pics of David wright and the video of him on The Big Ideal. I can’t wait.
Happy Valentines to all the Ladies.
It’s like baseball is the rugged Elton John and Ladies is the legendary Kiki Dee. Well met, indeed.
Some people celebrate today. Others mourn it because our favorite pitcher ran off with some hussy from Flushing. So then we spiral into a drunken stupor that leads us to hook up with some chunky Cuban guy who works hard and shows up every day.
Texy, your use of Simpsons valentines was good. Clare, your PowerPoint note device gone awry was also good. The judges were deadlocked, so you’ll both present collections, but only one of you will get to show at Bryant Park.
Sigh…all this love for sport. This is how I feel in September.
And I notice that Bacon Pants is conspicuous by his absence from Texy’s list. DIBS!
Ladies… this post makes me sad. I do not like baseball. Even a little bit. I feel that your coverage of baseball is disproportionate to most other sports, i.e college basketball. We are in the middle of a fabulous sports season here, why not show it a little love. Why pine for the boring and overly hot days of men sitting around scratching them selves while 2 or 3 people actually do something useful? Why not revel in the present state of young hot 18-24 year olds who are cute and athletic and sweaty and who wear uniforms that show off their excellent biceps. They run, they jump, they dunk, they pass. It requires athleticism AND hand-eye coordination. It’s amazing! You should watch!
And a happy Valentine’s Day to you, too!
WOO HOO BASEBALLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL
Is that supposed to be Huston on the banner? Did you choose the worst pic you could find of him? He looks like George W. Bush in that photo!
Texas Gal, as a fellow Huston lover, I urge you to please find a better pic of him, if he is to be immortalized in one of your banners!!!!
Oh, Clare, tell me you also took off opening day. That took my breath away.
I just found out Jamie Moyer is younger than I am by a few months. I’m a bit saddened, because I have yet to be tagged as “the wily veteran”.
I too, look forward to more Spring Training goodness. Albeit, with a different set of rose-colored glasses.
Someone needs to by TSW this shirt: http://dvdforme.com/Jim/08296.jpg
Moonshine Mike, to me, you’ll always be the wily veteran.
Christina – This is just a sampling of the March orgy from last spring… http://wordpress.com/tag/panty-raid/
MM – Awesome shirt… to wipe away tears.
Christina, we’ll be happy to refund your subscription fee.
I love baseball most of all because it was my first. Sport that I fell in love with, that is.
Oh *sigh* that phillies roster would make my vday so much better if it still included the name “Aaron Rowand” somewhere on it.
Alas. Baseball season is here! Yeah!
Also: Tuffy is a manly individualistic name. Tuffy is an explorer’s name. Tuffy is the name of an oil rig worker in the Pacific Ocean. Tuffy is…
… who am I kidding? Tuffy is a poodle’s name.
BASEBALL WITH THE LADIES! It’s been too long.
A rugged poodle.
If I ever get a fluffy little pomeranian, I’m naming him Tuffy just for you, fella.
Well done baseball Ladies! I really like the candy hearts. : )
Clare, our mutual love of the Phightin’s (although yours is bit less, um, *platonic* in nature) is a beautiful thing. Don’t ever change. +1
Happy Valentine’s Day, Ladies! And GO PHILLIES!!!
philly1980 = me before I learned how to change my user name
That is still one of my favorite Simpsons episode ever. This post makes me want to be a baseball fan.
Christina-the basketball stuff is coming.
Andie: What’s the postage to send a dog back to Pomerania?
Holly: A butch poodle?
Muchos besos, CTC and Chamomiles Davis.
Totes agree, Cameron.
Ah, baseball, my first love! Happy Valentine’s day indeed!
Thanks for the link TSW.
And yeah, I have one of the shirts Moonshine Mike linked to. Actually, I have it on today in celebration of pitchers and catchers reporting.
TSW- I am impressed! Hoping for another one this year.
Holly- Thank you, but there is no need for a refund. I am happy with my subscription, just some minor suggestions which would infinitely increase my reading pleasure. And if we are going to celebrate baseball I would love some more pics of David Wright :)
Christina-take a look here. I still love this post.
Pingback: Top Posts « WordPress.com
Baseball please come again soon, that is my shopping time.
it’s seriously been too long! Pitchers and catchers can report right here. In bed.
and can I get an honorary mention for the Tigs? Yummers.
I don’t know what this “Valentine’s Day” hearts and flowers nonsense that I’ve been seeing all day is. All I know is that I’ve been walking around wishing anyone and everyone I made eye contact with a Happy Pitchers and Catchers Report to Spring Training Day.
F’real. I love today.
The only valentines-related thing I ended up getting was, indeed, chocolate–but who cares? I got pitchers and catchers too!
SA- YESSSSSS!!! As noted before, not really a baseball fan, but I did watch several mets games last season, just to see him. Haha.
Ladies, ladies…. way to make the best out of the worst day of the year. Had it not been P&C day I wouldn’t have survived. Alas… baseball season starts again so all is well. Next big day: Opening Day. I’ll be at CBP toooo… woohoo! See half of you there, haha.
On another note, it’s nice to be facebook friends with Savory Joe Savery…. you can even see his pic-a-tures :)
Oh great. Another season of going to Craptacular Dodger Concrete Bunker Built on the Body of Caesar Chavez so we can get spit on and harassed for supporting a team that will most likely suffer another losing season.
Actually, I’m kind of excited!
this is an amazing site dedicated to the girls who loooveee baseball! i have a countdown going on my calendar, only 44 days til phils opening day! i CAN not wait! =] GO PHILLIES. <33
I’m such a baseball junkie. While enduring this long off season I’ve been doing a lot of Googling in search of anything concerning my favorite hotties. I celebrated P&C Day rather than Valentine’s Day. And today I was celebrating too…all of the boys are in their respective training camps and I know it won’t be long now…
So glad to see baseball on this site again. PLAY BALL!
I found your blog on google and read a few of your other posts. I just added you to my Google News Reader. Keep up the good work. Look forward to reading more from you in the future.
Can never affect, prevented is to?Your website The, team or your.Optimize its content, with Their contact.Glands I did tzzomnc, que en este give up his.In near- real, had made the.,