My Cubbies lost.
My Mets lost.
I do like the Royals, and they fought fiercely for a well-deserved title. But still. Sigh.
Now back to your regularly scheduled blogging.
P.S. PITCHERS AND CATCHERS REPORT IN 108 DAYS.
Showing posts with label baseball. Show all posts
Showing posts with label baseball. Show all posts
11.02.2015
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8.14.2015
Lost in the Sun: Review Haiku
no one hates you as much as
you insist they should?
Lost in the Sun by Lisa Graff. Philomel, 2015, 304 pages.
Labels:
award bait,
baseball,
book crush,
fiction,
great jacket,
haiku,
loved it,
middle grade
2.19.2010
The Prince of Fenway Park: Review Haiku

Wait -- you mean it
wasn't my magical uterus
after all? Damn.
wasn't my magical uterus
after all? Damn.
The Prince of Fenway Park by Juliana Baggott. Harper, 2009, 336 pages.
10.09.2009
Neil Armstrong Is My Uncle: Review Haiku

Perfectly captures
the selfishness of pre-teens.
A winning debut.
the selfishness of pre-teens.
A winning debut.
Neil Armstrong Is My Uncle and Other Lies Muscle Man McGinty Told Me by Nan Marino. Roaring Brook, 2009, 154 pages.
P.S. "Grabowskys." "Grabowskys'." Or if you prefer, "Grabowskies" and "Grabowskies'." Just please, for the love of God, NOT "Grabowsky's."
Labels:
baseball,
fiction,
great jacket,
haiku,
liked it,
middle grade,
typos
10.05.2009
Change-up: Review Haiku

Kept me on the
exercise bike twice as long. Plus,
Aaron Bleeping Boone!
exercise bike twice as long. Plus,
Aaron Bleeping Boone!
Change-up: Mystery at the World Series. Knopf, 2009, 308 pages.
10.20.2008
Silver linings
So the Sox blew it and my Magical Uterus Theory has yet to be unproven, consarnit.* Still, I take comfort in a few things:
1. No more cowbell.
2. No more TBS yahoos saying "OR-tihz" like gigantic asshats. (Dude, if you are a baseball announcer and cannot pronounce common Latino surnames, you need a new line of work.)
3. We can sleep again.
4. Manny isn't going to the Series either.
5. Did I mention we can sleep again?
* Thanks, Betsy, for reviving my linguistic interest in Yosemite Sam.
1. No more cowbell.
2. No more TBS yahoos saying "OR-tihz" like gigantic asshats. (Dude, if you are a baseball announcer and cannot pronounce common Latino surnames, you need a new line of work.)
3. We can sleep again.
4. Manny isn't going to the Series either.
5. Did I mention we can sleep again?
* Thanks, Betsy, for reviving my linguistic interest in Yosemite Sam.
7.10.2008
Swindle: Review Haiku

The Man with the Plan
makes vigilante justice
a group effort. Score!
makes vigilante justice
a group effort. Score!
Swindle by Gordon Korman. Scholastic, 2008, 252 pages.
P.S. Yankees suck.
5.05.2008
My Most Excellent Year: Review Haiku

It's so giddily
unbelievable, you can't
help but fall in love.
unbelievable, you can't
help but fall in love.
My Most Excellent Year: A Novel of Love, Mary Poppins, and Fenway Park by Steve Kluger. Dial, 2008, 403 pages.
P.S. "Ramon Garciaparra" (p253)? Ahem.
3.27.2008
Keeping Score: Review Haiku
Labels:
baseball,
book crush,
fiction,
haiku,
loved it,
middle grade
10.29.2007
Now I can sleep again

Boston sweeps Rockies to win the Series; Mikey "The Connectah" Lowell is MVP.
But now I have a problem: History has shown that every time I have a kid, the Sox win the Series. I don't think my lady parts can take this kind of pressure . . .
But now I have a problem: History has shown that every time I have a kid, the Sox win the Series. I don't think my lady parts can take this kind of pressure . . .
10.22.2007
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