I haven’t written any poetry in years and this week I got inspired to write something for opening day. It may seem a little cheesy, but my hope is that this poem prompts you to think about all the great things that you love about baseball and the Braves. So, if you will, this is my ode to opening day and you, Braves Country. Play ball!
Walking up to the gate,
I can hardly wait.
Banners are hung in light of a new season,
When spring begins, Braves fandom has a reason.
The smell of hotdogs skates through the air,
As I whisper a hopeful-winning prayer.
‘Click’ of the ticket taker & a crisp program in hand,
On to my seat as I wait for the band.
Batting practice begins in a joyous state,
Because Braves country is ready for a slugger at the plate.
‘Oh say does that star spangled…’
Play ball! and with that, it’s time for a wrangle.
One strike and then two,
As Ender chomps on some Big Chew.
A crack of the bat & around the bases,
A triple is earned but only by God’s good graces.
RBIs and errors are dealt like cards,
While the ball is thrown across the yard.
Peanuts & cracker jacks spread over the ground,
As we watch Teheran take the mound.
Chip and Joe commentate from above,
While Markakis runs to catch the ball in his glove.
Here’s hoping Teheran hits Bryce Harper in the face,
For I will cheer from the mountain tops, showing no grace.
It isn’t a game without a little bit of trash talk,
Or hanging out with friends telling a knock-knock.
Two innings down and only a run to show,
A fastball here & there with a heaving throw.
The Braves are up to bat with Albies on deck,
The game is heating up now, ready to raise a little heck.
Onlookers watch in amazement
While a ball goes over the wall hitting the pavement.
The crowd stands and erupts in a roar,
for Dansby Swanson has scored!
The smell of freshly cut grass stuck in your nose,
when the game hits the 9th, fans are on their toes.
Freddie stretching across the chalk,
Hoping for anything but a walk or balk.
Dusk has arrived accompanied by a pink sky
While fans rise to chop-on with pride!
Bring on the popcorn and another hotdog,
Rally caps on as Suzuki jumps through the fog.
Braves win and fans let out a shout,
Nothing about today can make me pout!
The stadium empties and the lights turn off
As the cool evening air makes me cough.
Sometimes they win and sometimes they lose,
I’ll be a Braves fan for life no matter the abuse.
Stayin up late to watch a game in the dark,
For it’s opening day at Suntrust Park!