Archive for the Sonnet Category


Posted in Acrostic, Baseball, J-Mag, Poetry, Simulation Role-Playing League, Sonnet, Spring Training with tags , , , , , on 24 June, 2010 by J-Mag Guthrie

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.


A Team Meeting

Posted in Baseball, Baseball Role-Playing, J-Mag, Poetry, Sonnet with tags , , , , , on 19 May, 2010 by J-Mag Guthrie

We had a little meeting, only players were allowed.
We didn’t want to air our dirty laundry for a crowd.
We closed the door and locked it, to make sure no one got in.
Then talked about the reasons why the home team couldn’t win.

The outfield blamed the infield, ’cause they let some balls get through.
The infield blamed the catchers, ’cause they told them what to do.
The catchers said the pitchers wouldn’t throw the pitch they’d call.
The pitchers said it’s not their fault, although they have the ball.

With blame and fingerpointing and excuses all around
It took a good long time before the problem could be found.
It wasn’t any one of us, but we each had a part.
We know that we can’t fix it quick, but we can make a start.

Each one of us must step it up and not wait for the rest.
The team can only function well if we all give our best.

I have never played baseball. So this is just a guess as to what this sort of thing is like.

This will sound lame, but I’m in a baseball role-playing league. I have four players, one of whom is on a team that’s struggling. This sonnet is about that team, which is the Cancun Horror. They aren’t the worst team in the league or even in their division. But many players are under-performing their ability ratings. And if it were a real team, this might be the sort of reason why it was going down that way.

To learn how to play the league, go to the Rookie Handbook on the league forum and check it out.

14 Lines

Posted in Baseball, Fans, J-Mag, Poetry, Sonnet with tags , , , , , , , on 19 April, 2010 by J-Mag Guthrie

They take two minutes when we take the field,
And when we come back to the dugout, too.
Yet, you don’t wish to have that fact revealed
Because of what the fans might think of you.

The sponsors want that time to sell their stuff,
It’s how the game is funded, we all know.
You told the public we’re not fast enough,
And said the “pace of game” is much too slow.

There is no member of the pitching staff
Who needs that long to take his warmup throws.
And sometimes, it’s two minutes and a half,
You could give them more tosses, I suppose.

I think you should be honest with the fans
Instead of wasting time on pacing plans.

DISCLAIMER: This is based on Morgan Ensberg’s latest blog about Bud Selig and “pace of game”. The ideas are his, the words are mine and if there’s any mistake in my poetic translation, charge me with the error.

The title comes from the fact that Morgan wore #14 and they’re his lines, while this is also an English sonnet and 14 lines long.  This is in addition to any baseball interpretation one might wish to put on it.

This whole idea of speeding up the game seems to me to be a way of shrinking the time between commercials. That’s just me. Pitchers should be allowed to regroup and batters to step out and prepare for the pitch. I’ve never played baseball but there are many situations where I want a moment to compose myself before stepping up and doing what was necessary.

Now, I have to have another disclaimer: I don’t like Bud Selig. I don’t like interleague play. I think he should have gotten off the schneid about PEDs and a couple other things.

But baseball is not boring if you watch it right.

Felipe Paulino – 16 April 2010

Posted in Astros, Baseball, Cubs, J-Mag, Pitching, Poetry, Sonnet with tags , , , , , , , on 17 April, 2010 by J-Mag Guthrie

I pitched six innings, gave up only one.
Yes, it was me–their only run was earned.
Yet in the seventh, it all came undone,
Left three men on and I was badly burned.

It isn’t that I don’t know how to pitch
But things did not turn out the way I planned.
I batted for myself, no double-switch
And stretched it out too far and lost command.

When I came back, they got one on the board.
A double-double, two walks back to back.
Of course, those runners came around and scored.
And all because I’d gotten out of whack.

I don’t know why they let me pitch so long,
When everyone could tell there’s something wrong.

I watched most of yesterday’s game at a wing place, noshing on all-you-can-eat wings. Then I went home and heard the rest on the radio (my TV is busted–buy my book so I can get a new one).

This is about my impression of what it would be like to be Paulino. No, I didn’t talk to him or anything, and don’t have his actual perspective. That’s as close to a disclaimer as you’ll get.

The W-L Stat in Baseball

Posted in Baseball, J-Mag, Pitching, Poetry, Sonnet, Statistics with tags , , , , , , on 9 April, 2010 by J-Mag Guthrie

Each game begins with no runs on the board
Nor hits nor errors–zeroes straight across.
At some point though, at least one run is scored
And some unlucky pitcher gets the loss.

The pitcher’s at the center of the game.
All action has the pitcher at its core.
And so it is the pitcher gets the blame
When he “allows” the other team to score.

The only things the pitcher can control
Are home runs, walks, and striking hitters out.
It’s how the team can function as a whole–
That’s really what the game is all about.

Though won-loss can be called a pitching stat,
The other guys have more to do with that.

The pitcher is the focus of the game in many ways. Nothing happens until he releases the ball (unless he’s David Cone arguing a call). Because of this, pitchers get the credit or the blame for winning or losing the game.

Trouble is a good pitcher on a bad team will have an artificially low number of wins compared to a similar pitcher on a better team. This works the other way too, where poor pitchers can get by on good teams because they get run support.

This is some kind of sonnet, though I don’t geek out on poetry enough to tell you what kind.

Back to David Cone…tomorrow I’ll post the parody I wrote about that incident I mentioned.