August 1, 2006 (unedited version)
Amber McNeil
She traveled from
Blue Line
to
Red Line
to
The Bar on Sheffield
In honor of Baseball
and from what poems may yield
In the company of authors, professors
and those with
Permanent
Head
Damage
She ate, drank
anticipated the game
intimidated (and famished)
Poems were read and discussed
(and discussed with intelligence)
Good Lord, she thought
They’re smarter when they’re drunk,
Flagged down the ditzy barmaid
and said, “Two more gins.”
In honor of Baseball and Poetry,
glasses were raised
Think of yourself an intellectual.
She did
and was amazed.
Clung to that thought she
floated on over to Wrigley
Right now’s about the game.
“GO CUBBIES!” she shouted, giggly.
Like good authors, professors
and those with
Permanent
Head
Damage
Dutifully they spun out poems on the
WEB with a rampage.
I
(the “she” in this forsaken piece)
contribute these words to that
Sheffield and Wrigley experience
To satisfy a professor’s nagging
and prove once for all
my content and form is lacking.
Note:
The game enjoyed
The Cubs’ big win
A pitcher’s surprisingly good night
she thought,
Just one more gin.
She traveled from
Blue Line
to
Red Line
to
The Bar on Sheffield
In honor of Baseball
and from what poems may yield
In the company of authors, professors
and those with
Permanent
Head
Damage
She ate, drank
anticipated the game
intimidated (and famished)
Poems were read and discussed
(and discussed with intelligence)
Good Lord, she thought
They’re smarter when they’re drunk,
Flagged down the ditzy barmaid
and said, “Two more gins.”
In honor of Baseball and Poetry,
glasses were raised
Think of yourself an intellectual.
She did
and was amazed.
Clung to that thought she
floated on over to Wrigley
Right now’s about the game.
“GO CUBBIES!” she shouted, giggly.
Like good authors, professors
and those with
Permanent
Head
Damage
Dutifully they spun out poems on the
WEB with a rampage.
I
(the “she” in this forsaken piece)
contribute these words to that
Sheffield and Wrigley experience
To satisfy a professor’s nagging
and prove once for all
my content and form is lacking.
Note:
The game enjoyed
The Cubs’ big win
A pitcher’s surprisingly good night
she thought,
Just one more gin.
posted by AmberLea @ 11:54 AM
3 Comments:
At 5:40 AM,
David Schaafsma said…
There are IN game poems commemorating that night at Wrigley. This one works as one commerating the drinking, which is an important part of the experience for many of us. Okay, for me, anyway, and Amber, clearly.
I like the rhyming gin finish
At 9:30 PM,
Dan De Vries said…
I haven't been looking these over recently, and am, appropriately, moved, thrown for various loops, digging the jazzy action that is flowing since I was here last. Go Amber!
At 12:22 AM,
Andrew McCuaig said…
Amber-- I enjoyed this poem about an experience I shared. (I sat next to you at the bar, but several seats apart at the game.)
Maybe add at least a line about how damn hot it was! Curious about the guy with head damgage, too, but I suppose that should remain anonymous. :)
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