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The opening poem contains all the words (or variations of them) from today's Jumble.
Comments are welcomed! And couching them in Poetry is definitely NOT required.
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16 comments:
FLN: Sandy, Wilbur ~ I am no longer much of a baseball fan, but when I was a kid, I loved to go with my Dad to see San Francisco's own Pacific Coast League team, home of the DiMaggios, the SF Seals!
I can't remember for sure, but I think I saw them whup your Stars, Sandy. I was about 7 when they took the PCL championship. Lefty O'Doul was a very popular manager. (Later on, in my undergrad days, I enjoyed eating at his tavern on Van Ness.)
But then, the fans tossed them away--in favor of bringing the major league NY Giants out west, to balance the Dodgers. I lost interest, and a certain degree of faith in the very idea of loyalty. I never could find the same devotion to any team.
(Except maybe the 49ers, a whole 'nother sport.)
"Boo Boo - No Way!"
On a bright sunny Sunday, without a hitch,
we'd head to the ball game to watch Jansen pitch.
We'd take two buses to complete our search
of old Seals Stadium, by the onion-dome church.
It was at 16th & Bryant--I remember that place,
an address long buried, leaving no trace.
Our manager, O'Doul, led our boys to victory;
now his name is forgotten in civic memory.
The fans proved disloyal; they'd rather have Giants,
but to a kid who loved Seals, these were invading tyrants.
Seals are richly supplied on my hometown's beaches.
Giants belong to New York. Out here they're just leeches.
~ OMK
I don't remember feeling any great loyalty either to the old Hollywood Stars or Los Angeles Angels (They just couldn't let go of that name; it always makes me chuckle a little inside when I think of "the The Angels Angels!). I sure remember my father and our family friend yelling at the umpire!
I bet you don't know what RCIAF stands for either, OMLK. But then, there's no reason you should. Unless maybe you happen to know the Dodger infield of the 70's, four guys who played together for more years than any other infield in baseball history. The Dodgers are definitely my team, though I honestly don't pay a whole lot of attention to baseball today. It's so much more fun in person than on tv.
Now I know what synovial refers to.
"Great Date"
Mitch was happy and rich,
but he wanted a partner to hitch.
So he went online to apply
on a site that dates would supply.
A lady was willing to gather,
but she told him that she would rather
just go on a simple date,
and he said that would be great.
So they went to a small local diner
which, for them, couldn't be finer.
They ate chips and onion dip,
and she found Mitch really hip.
At the end of that happy day,
they both shouted "Hip, hip, hooray!"
From your comment, Sandy, I guess RCIAF are the initials of the infield players back then. I swear I don't know what the added "L" stands for between my "M" and "K." Maybe a slip of your fingers?
I do get interested in the Dodgers these days during the playoffs--a sort of fickle transplant's "loyalty." I recognize that's a freakish product of local-itis, when one is surrounded by viral enthusiasm.
But isn't that really the only kind of loyalty that counts anymore?--when dollars buy players from anywhere?? and a local boy making good is truly a cherished exception???!
Misty ~ "Mitch" may be a masculinized variant of "Misty," as we scan our verses for autobiography. But then your poem doesn't give much away. Except of course the use of a dating site.
The gathered "lady" kept things low key & simple, always the best get-to-know-you first date. Nice to hit it off over chips, whether of the potato type--or fancy Fritos/maybe Doritos?
It's hard to say if "Hip, hip hooray!" referred to their own hip action, but my guess is they were too sedate (and it was too soon!) for that.
~ OMK
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PS.FYI, in the title of my poem today, "Boo Boo" is meant as the very opposite of "WooHoo"!
OMK, sorry about the inadvertent "L".
Ok, I'll mention it for you and for Wilbur when he checks in. No, RCIAF just refers to the third baseman, Ron Cey. it's a family thing that my daughter would be embarrassed to mention today, because she had a little crush on him in those days when we went to the ball games. RCIAF, "Ron Cey Is A Fox" written all over the house. I have no idea if it was original with her or if she picked it up from others.
P.S. That quite famous infield was Steve Garvey at first, Davey Lopes at second, Bill Russell at short and Ron Cey at third. Played together for more than eight years, climaxing with the 1981 World Series win.
And finally came the day for Wilfred and Rowena to be wed
Richard hosted with Cedric, Norman, and Saxon. Not a drop of blood shed.
There was former villein, Gurth looking proud in an outfit newly stiched.
Wamba with bells on quipping, "I knew all along they'd get hitched".
For outlaw and sherrifs there was food and drink supplied
For Athelstane made sure of it, "More onion he cried!"
Robin and his merry men shouted as the pair marched away
"Here's to good King Richard, Long live Ivanhoe, Hip, hip hooray!"
The Curtal Friar Tuck was appointed for the nuptials. "Be it clearly understood",
He exclaimed, "Norman beverage is fine, but I'd rather the beer of Sherwood".
WC
Great wedding scene, Wilbur.
BTW, Wilbur, did you see my post FLN?
I thought it was the initials of the infielders"Russell,Cey... I knew Garvey but Lopes slipped my memory. So,Ron Cey was your friends type, eh? I'll bet you preferred Russell.
But it reminds me of a story...
It was the WS of 1977 and I put it All on the Yankees. And there was Reggie, a name of infamy for LA, a godsend for Wilbur. And as I pocketed the money a young fella from a softball team I'd organized said "Why don't you buy my VW?
I did and when I recovered, I had that car to take me for IT training in a distant town. A job was offered, in another distant town and I drove that VW and I owe it all to Reggie.
Did a Power unknown propel those three home runs? Cey and Garvey beg to differ. To Dodger fans " Did I do that?"
Of course the next year Reggie did it to the Redsox
WC
Oops, I missed it Sandy. Lucky you. Your father might have remembered another PCLer, Ted Williams.
I might have guessed iaf if I'd seen it.
In those days there was MLB, AAA and the PCL, more of a AAAA.
WC
Well, my daughter was pre- or early puberty when we went to all those games, and we had a really good view of Ron from our box seats on the third base side. I was most struck by his running style -- the reason his nickname was the "Penguin"!
Just googled the 1977 Series, Wilbur. Guess that's when the "Mr. October" name started. And you got a VW!!
But don't forget 1981, when Garvey, Lopes, Russell, and Cey, along with the rest of the team, got revenge. Great finale for the four.
Yes, a fine wedding scene, Wilbur. Well done, sir!
I enjoyed that--and particularly liked the half line, "Not a drop of blood shed."
I take it that Cey waddled, Sandy, 'cuz that's all penguins do--at least on land.
Not exactly a sexy "foxy" style of movement, though. Your daughter was developing her own individual taste in male motion.
My dad and I sat about halfway down the first base line. He wasn't much of a shouter, but I remember him always singing or whistling "Three Blind Mice" when the umpires took to the field.
In a quick Google search I see the Seals were the dominant PCL team in the '30s and '40s. But I guess the hometown DiMaggios, Vince, Joe & Dom, played with them before my time in the mid-'40s.
They were a Class-AA team, Wilbur.
~ OMK
Woohoo! Wilbur--absolutely no Boo-Boo! What a wonderful happy ending! I just loved it! And I'm always amazed by how subtly you've worked all the Jumble words into it.
And I just realized you deserved a Woohoo! too, Ol' Man Keith for your fun Boo-Boo! verse. Am not much of a sports person, as you know, but still a delight. Wish I had attended more baseball games in my youth, but I'll start doing my best to catch up--at least on the blog!
Wilbur ~ You got me interested, so I double-checked. The PCL Seals were Class Double AA, the highest classification of the minors up through 1945. In 1946, they were all re-classified, and the Double As automatically became AAA.
~ OMK
OMK, Joe hit NY in '36. Vince was never a Star but played wartime ball. Dominic I think played prewar, was in the Army and was a big part of Redsox great '46-51 teams that were seemingly cursed.
In Boston they said "Better than his brother Joe, it's Dominic Dimaggio"
Vince played for Boston Braves.
I'll LIU. Vince came up with Boston and played with Pirates during the war. Dom lost three prime years to WWII. Very successful post MLB career including part owner of Boston Patriots.
Dom was one of those players who lost HoF because of the War.
WC
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