As I was listening to my son’s baseball game, one player’s voice seemed to rise above the rest. His pitch added to the resounding boom of his words. Naturally, I heard our players add in their rebounding comments. In a strange way, the talk struck me as poetic, like a symphony of phrases. Baseball has its own language.
I grabbed my notebook and began to write as quick as I could. I wanted to capture the vocal canter happening on the ball field. In one way, the baseball banter was a two-, or possibly three-, voiced poem. I’m not sure if I can scribe what I heard, but I want to try with at least one batter. I scribed 5 pages worth and only made it through the first inning. My hand could not keep up with the lingo that was happening. I think I have a fun challenge ahead this season, as I know that my ear will be tuned in to the banter of baseball.
Let’s go Boggs; come on, Kurt Let’s go Justinnnn
Go 2-2 PLAY BALL
Strike Good pitchn babyyyyy;
Let’s go babyyyyy
Let’s go Kurt Come on 10; Good job,
Will; Routine throw
Let’s go 12 Strike Keep firing;
You’re all right
Know what you’re looking for Keep firing, babyyyyyy
foul ball; 1 ball 2 strikes
Let’s go 1-2 You’re all right; Don’t worry about it.
Box it up
Move him over Yre still on top;
Do a job now, kid You’re all right 10;
Relax 10; Fire it in
Let’s go kiiiidd.
Run it out.
Atta Boy, Kid!