The following is a poetic rendition of Mel and I's first Rockies game:
They beat the Mets
7-1.
Back to back homers in the fifth.
Even the pitcher got two hits.
Beer consumption.
A throng of
Loud-mouthed drunks.
Ate a large hot dog with slaw.
Left the remains in the stands.
A bag of gummy bears defeated.
Want to chase a fly ball in the checkered grass.
An American Experience.
Monday, June 23, 2008
Baseball Game
Posted by cobrakaidojo at 7:12 PM
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2 comments:
how fun though, to take a piece of Americana. you should try a tri-cities dust devils game....
Love the creativity of this post! Wow--I'm impressed--did not know you were a poet.
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