lightship

Epistemology

How to never get a girlfriend: the "sabermetric almanac" (via Tony Tost).

Wave To Your Mom!

The important thing about a baseball game is that your Mother is there ("Ya' Mutha").

Cheering you on, when the night is long.
She'll steel her ears against the boos in Boston
She'll knit you some cookies out of peanut shells and plastic
beer bottle twist caps

Baseball stays cheap so the players can stay dumb,
or play dumb, and so Mom can still come
81 times a year (most women should be so lucky)

The wife might not make it out that often
she's busy with the pool boy
making sure he knows how to do his job,
or telling him to stay in school and be somebody

what to do in san diegoo

wait til the
doctor comes back.



















shout-out to p-burg. ok.



what to do in san diegoo.

zoos to a detriment. themes that beam.

the audience happily allows itself taken prisoner to a recorded score.



always a snap behind uber-civic. es over-sensitivalia.



dec 19, '08 he was gone.
but mi padres-- he was there:






















what to do in san diegoo.

dieglo i think.



which might be ted berrigan poem.


drive to solano beach 'barrio'
go to the market cafe.



drive to oceanside
go to the disabled american veterans thrift store
eat some fish thang on the pier



drive to anza borrego
walk look for arrowheads and bluebirds



a funny bar in the mission bay area fake bay
a jazz bar. or the chart(er) house in cardiff.



carnitas urapan in tj by the race track


bars on adams and out el cajon. play dark pool.



hoover highschool has a monster cement wall in left field
the home of ted williams and rae armansalmon's alma mater


surf will be up, watch them, take dog to dog beach in ob
go to the black and buy a t-shirt


probably some wall ball


xo

may i














may i unexamine this life?

















what to do in san dieglo



a lady installed in the stands specifically
to hand out uppers
is my kind of american game




white boys with bandit masks-- pirates, no?

go to four high schools




attain the 4 jhanas in del mar wheatgrass

oceanic kefir as whip



dint rivera go there once? (diego, not mariano. . . .)




hope for the fall of mlb

drive bent bridges





















great bores like navies


great blue life of no sourdough points north.













the doctor, abandoned
by mlb
















crapola a green flash


diego as ostrich'd feature on car hood


wait for the wbc

drunk + whatever's going on= awesome

two new drink recipes from Belbrook estates:

The Toddler (aka, the Kid's Table):
2 parts sparkling apple juice
1 part whiskey

Baron Maker:
1 part Barenjager (traditionally barenfang- honey liquor)
1 part Maker's Mark
1 part soda
lemon twist

happy holidays

THEY RIDE IN ON STEEL

“The most potent of all forces
in our universe – the spontaneous, disinterested
enthusiasm and goodwill of a whole
community.”

“They set themselves
to master it
as an indispensable element in their play.
And this stroke, too, demands
courage and daring and perfect fitness.

“They [go] out to drive
along the ground, to lift high or
to skim the infielders.

“An experience is automatically registered
and henceforth functions
as a permanent part of the organism”

“Thus their batting
[is] a constant dynamic reaching
out in every direction."

[quotes from C.L.R. James, Beyond a Boundary]

Baseball players in the United States are not revolutionaries. First basemen do not institute agrarian reform. Left fielders adjust their cups and spit on the turf. Catchers do not construct puppets. Pitchers don't march. The goatee prevents it.

bodyline

where's the beamer?



yorking it



to combat bradman



the brits threw



at the body

“We envision an age where we can watch and indulge in the beauty and awareness of a scene, an Aztec scene, a display of concentration and an exhibition of the bodies of men and women moving. We watch their arms and legs, we watch the control of the muscles of those limbs, we watch it for free, we see an art, we do not have to be Americans to salute this art. Whatever is brutish becomes sublime, whatever is strength becomes defined as strength in a pure display of the talent, as DeBusschere said to us, that is everybody’s talent in their own right. We watch the beautiful bodies of men moving up and down the court, we get turned on by them, moving. We watch them sit down and stretch out legs that could be embracing us, in love. But we watch their talent, it makes us feel ours. We are mesmerized by the sight of the bodies. A culture Western culture is not aware of. There is a grace in the men and women who play. A hedonism that turns into a sort of mysticism.” (Waldman & Mayer)

oaktober

maybe next year . . .



















ruth benedict 1934: rivalry is notoriously wasteful

















it ranks low in the scale of human values















it is a tyranny from which















once encouraged in any culture















no man may free himself


































ineluctably is a great word

















scrapper might be a plugin, or scraper

people come from somewhere

some mumble of closers i think, in beards

some unearned runs also . . . . alphabets

clown colors follow me to towns

someone's lonely isn't that

people drop their math on me


















some dreams ineluctably like

dog and its food are someone's every

gun you will have will rust

license & duty on behalf of in-

tangible (absent) stakeholders

bleed it emerald, navy, then wash it

thus, making of it

a conceptual hog

Fosse's Ripped

Fosse can hold his own.


Just don't cross his plate.



Or look at him cross-eyed.

this man is clickable

oakyo's

cabeza

el blooper mas grande



que vie foy quando la balla
la cabeza de canseco
aurilla ears sorryoso

lieberthal

honey i love it
that you race dogs
thru obstacle courses
doggie style

lenny

don't blow it man
stay in school

33 owl 33

as i said
i like to call my wife mama
and so does the whole town of hooks
the lords of baseball
know nothing
over symmetry

knot

see that dear
i didn't relax
my face my new
fielding technique
is totally unstoppable

addendum to wags

is every wags a critic
inspired by nimpoetry
& seashells or
only by bluster
reminding us
art = meaning
on long walks-- as traipse (indeed, as
traipse) we must, through . . .
THE SHADOWS OF YOUTH AND OLD AGE

mumbles

let's
see if

lieberthal



notices the dragon.



he's probably totally

unaware of it.

wags

akron rothko

That a way durwood

Durwood Merrill is number 33.
Jose Canseco is number 33.
Their union is brokered by an owl
in case you are wondering.

Durwood is not out
but he wrote a book called
You're Out and You're Ugly Too
in which he exchanges pleasantries
with both George W. Bush
and George G.W. Bush.

Dave Pallone however

is out
in The Man Behind the Mask
better known as the scab
who scratched Pete Rose
under his eyeball
in a rhubarb.

cheers

I went to a baseball tournament in the big valley
over labor day and took a few pictures.
The highlight of the tournament occurs saturday
nite when the Woodland MSBL hosts a steak barbecue
and puts on a home run derby and a raffle.

here's the steak i ate:


The field where they cook up over 100 steaks
on a trailer of sorts
guys use long pikes to turn the meat

and many ears of corn on the cob
and some big vats of iceberg lettuce
with some sauce is called Clark field.
Ladies wear gloves and 'stir the lettuce'

and put handfuls on your paper plate.

Clark field apparently is famous
as babe ruth barnstormed here
as well as Joe Dimaggio.


One guy on my team, Peetie,
won a bat and a gear bag at the raffle.
The Woodland High School cheerleading
squad volunteered their time and effort
to help with the raffle and
at the end of the evening
the squad was awarded
one (1) Wii game console
but they didn't know who to give it to
so they had a little home run derby
of their own to see who got the Wii.
There's a you tube video of the cheerleaders
taking hacks if you click the pick:

They certainly swung the bat
better than I did.