So we begin to practice all our drills,
Preparing minds and bodies to play ball.
Refining and remastering our skills,
In hopes that we’ll be champions, come fall.
No time like now to get things underway.
Good fortune favors those whose hearts are sure.
The will, it’s said, will always find a way,
Remaining strong, till victory’s secure.
Aspiring to upset our rival teams,
Indelibly we plan to leave our mark.
Not resting till we realize our dreams,
Ignited by an incandescent spark.
Nor would we idly lie about and wait
Gratuity’s no attribute of fate.
In BTH (my simulation baseball role-playing league) we just finished the 2026 regular season with playoffs starting tonight. In the meantime, i have players who won’t be in the post-season and so I’m working on stuff I can post for credit next season.
This is an acrostic sonnet. It was a lot of work and a lot of fun.