Play Baseball with Al Spector

Play Baseball with Al Spector

Do you want to play baseball?

They say sixty is the new forty, and here at Molly's Virtual Pub, they play baseball to prove it. Here comes the team from the fantasy camp. Al Spector, who flung himself at home base a tad earlier, limps over to the bar and orders a cold one�the "cold one" in this case being an ice pack with linament chaser. Al Spector loves the heft of a baseball bat, and wrote these funny poems as an exercise for a limerick-crazed writing group. Spector even wrote a book on baseball, Baseball: Never Too Old to Play "The" Game, and is, in fact, an authority on the subject with the hard, lean physique and matching bruises to prove it.

Baseball in the Soup

I joined with a fine writer's group
'Til then I was out of the loop
Contribute I must
Baseball's something, I trust
I can stir in their "limerick" soup

To play baseball while one's growing old
Takes some guts-or so I am told
I'll play 'til I drop
I have no plans to stop
But injuries can't be controlled.

The atmosphere of "hail fellow well met" permeates the room and Molly is given to wonder if it is the game or the cameraderie that brings them here week after week. There is much back-slapping and other place slapping (as is the baseball players' wont). The testosterone levels are so high that Kathleen, following a pheromone trail, turns up moments later. Noting her fither amongst the bonhommie, she quietly backs out�surely there will be some soccer players in the next room?

I hit around .300-barely
Attempting to hit the ball fairly
With my trusty round bat
And a round ball - at that
Hoping to hit the thing squarely

I play third base for most of the time
Charging bunts and protecting the line
The throws are quite long
But my arm's pretty strong
So I normally come out just fine

Catching is what I love best
A thick protector covers my chest
I must wear my cup
Pay attention, look up
Being hit is a thing I detest

A game that is nine innings long
Has lots of time for things to go wrong
An easy ground ball?
But I trip and I fall
I should have stuck with ping-pong

� Al SpectorAuthor: Baseball: Never Too Old to Play "The" Game After you play baseball, you'll be wanting some soda bread and Mulligatawny? For the poem count at Here Be Limerick Poems visit our home page.

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