4 Apr 2017: Impossible it is to win them all

Impossible it is to win them all,
Even against the team that is the worst.
‘Tis hard when Kenta can’t control the ball,
But on the bright side: nobody got hurt.
The offense failed to muster up a run,
With just five hits to show for our attempts.
The Padres plated four: their dinner fun,
While turning four double plays on defense.
But so it goes, Kurt Vonnegut would say
Sometimes they suck and just can’t dominate.
The Boys in Blue shan’t frown – they’ll find a way
To make it up and face a better fate.
So, fan, if you are feeling lack of will:
Rejoice! For morrow’s noon, we’ll start Rich Hill.

3 Apr 2017: At first, our hearts were scared

At first, our hearts were scared about the run
That came about from Corey’s clumsy toss.
But fears: they quickly died when Pederson
Increased our lead to four and proved he’s boss.
And, as expected, Kershaw missed no beat
By K’ing eight; his hits allowed – just two.
The Padres, as predicted, can’t compete:
Unable to bring down the Boys in Blue.
Grandal created dingers from both sides
While Corey also swung a monster dong.
And this whole game was played under clear skies,
And ended with the L.A. victory song.
The season premiere’s over – oh what fun!
But more games must be played: that’s just game one.

22 March 2017: O beautiful (for the World Baseball Classic)

O beautiful for spacious skies and fields
Where dingers can be done and sent to space!
For dirt-filled diamonds where a man can steal
The square behind the mound—the second base.
For games between the nations of the world
That happen every quart of years or so:
Tonight the States will try to launch balls hurled
By lanzadores de Puerto Rico.
The partly cloudy skies will supervise
The fight between the Island and the States,
And only one will hold the final prize,
So, high are the World Baseball Classic’s stakes.
But as for me, neutrality is out:
For USA, my land, for you, I shout!

25 Feb 2017: A lovely day for spring’s premiere

A lovely day for spring’s premiere event!
The lineup cards are filled; the tickets sold
To fans who’ve waited months for game’s advent;
Through the show’rs and bouts of bitter cold.
A former Ray will lead off for L.A.,
Whose second baseman skills are vital to
A team that wants to make it all the way
In autumn, when the trophy hoist is due.
Another man, who showed up last July:
‘Tis Andrew Toles! A spark plug whose return
Is sung in praises from the mountains high,
Along with others looking to upturn.
And as the King returns to take the hill,
So does the game’s eternal stream of thrill.

15 Feb 2017: The call to arms

Oh sky, so bright: illuminate for those
Who come to Arizona to prepare
For training in the spring. Nothing compares
To the return of all the strong elbows.
The ones that throw from mound to plate arose
For this occasion; to miss it, they shan’t dare.
The men who snatch the heat out of thin air:
They’ve readied for the dirtying of their clothes.
A man named Clayton’s known for being good,
And by his side—a sir that goes by Yaz.
Oh, good ole Rich and Scott, young Alex Wood!
A lad named Barnes, with gloves upon his paws.
The catchers and the pitchers: there they stood,
Reporting to the Ranch to end the pause.

Prologue

This is 162 Blue Sonnets, the only known blog on the Internet dedicated to providing recaps for (at least) every Dodger game in the form of a sonnet.

As the wonderful William Shakespeare once wrote in the opening line of his 144th sonnet, “Two loves I have of comfort and despair.” In this line, Shakespeare says that one of his loves provides comfort while the other provides despair. Well, at least that’s what he means. This line applies to my life as well, but in a different manner.

When a man loves writing poetry and watching Dodger baseball, those interests are bound to collide eventually. These are the two loves that I refer to. They both have provided me with feelings of comfort and despair. Hence, for the time being, I will share these feelings with you at least 162 days every year. Why?

I like talking about baseball, mostly about the Dodgers. In fact, I talk about it way too much. I deleted my Twitter a few weeks ago because with baseball season coming up, I feared I would be glued to the bluebird instead of focusing on schoolwork. In the 2016 season, I completed my mission of shouting “LOS DOYERS GANAN!” (which is Spanish for “The Dodgers win!”) every time the Dodgers won a regular season or postseason game. But that’s irrelevant. I want to turn all my complex thoughts about Dodger baseball into words, providing both recaps and opinions, but there are already so many people who do that.

I also like writing poetry. Now by all means, I am absolutely nothing close to Shakespeare, but I consider myself a poet of above-average quality. It’s a hobby. I’ve never really thought of writing professionally because there are probably thousands out there that can write better than me without any effort whatsoever. But I can rhyme. I can comprehend meter. I’m familiar with my literary devices. I can evoke imagery, announce alliteration, and all that jazz.

So, here it is. This is 162 Blue Sonnets, the only known blog on the Internet dedicated to providing recaps for (at least) every Dodger game in the form of a sonnet. That’s fourteen lines of iambic pentameter, at least 162 times. And yes, I will be using all three major forms: Italian, Spenserian, and English.

Now, there will be times where I’ll write a sonnet that’s not about a Dodger game. Events like the All-Star break or notable transactions will receive there own sonnets. If, by chance, a game turns into an epic that physically can’t be told in just fourteen lines, that opens up the possibility of a double sonnet.

This is just for fun. This could go amazingly awesome or woefully wrong. Nevertheless, I’m excited to see how this project goes, and I hope that you will enjoy every word I write.