To celebrate the opening of the 2018 baseball season, The Daily Dose has prepared you a sonnet.
S is for strike, of which a batter gets three. It is also for Scully, whose broadcasting brilliance brought glee.
P is for pitcher, who stands on the hill. The ump’s order — Play Ball! – is certain to thrill.
R is for Robinson: Jackie, Brooks and Frank. And for Ripken and Ruth – who held the record before Hank.
I is for infields, each beautifully groomed. Teams that boot grounders surely are doomed.
N is for Nationals, now Washington’s team. To capture a pennant is the franchise’s dream.
G is for Grapefruit, Florida’s spring training league. Veterans skip the long bus rides, thus avoiding fatigue.
T is for Trout, the game’s biggest star. The Angels hope he and Ohtani will take them quite far.
R is for rule, of which the DH is one. It makes baseball like checkers, when chess is more fun.
A is for Astros, who took baseball’s top prize. It seems pitching to Altuve never is wise.
I is for Isotopes, the Rockies’ Triple-A club. The fans’ vote for a team name came down to the nub.
N is for no-hitter; also called a “no-no.” Nolan Ryan threw seven, the most-ever in The Show.
I is for Indians, whose last title came in ’48. Tribe fans are certain 70 years is a long-enough wait.
N is for nine, most-needed to govern the game. It’s the number of fielders and batters and frames.
G is for gold and also for glove, ‘cause flashing the leather is what all skippers love.
Play Ball!
