Olympiad: The World Throughout

From the very first Olympics,
which was held in Greece.
Man has tried with competition,
to bring about world peace.

There are many, many participants,
that compete in every sport.
The best each country has to offer,
coming from every port.

In 776 B.C., the first and only race,
was won by a cook name Coroebus.
Every four years ’til 393 A.D.,
the Olympics continued and grew thus.

For fifteen hundred and three years, competition ceased,
until April 6, 1896.
Renamed the games of the Olympiad,
for these nine days, it became the Olympic fix.

In 1932, the first Olympic Village,
became an Olympic fixture.
Many things began to change,
much being added to the mixture.

Competing for gold, silver or bronze,
the pressure is very intense.
It takes everything you have,
and even above more resilience.

The competition is very fierce,
and the winner will concur, no doubt.
But the modern version of it all,
is broadcast the world throughout.

These athletes work to the very edge,
of all that they can be.
To etch their name in worldly fame,
to be everlasting in history.

So join your favorites,
and root for your country.
It will be four more years,
of competition and sports unity.

Opening Day

April through October are months of joy,
when men chase after a stitched-up toy.
Bats, gloves, uniforms, and gear galore,
make up what is now called baseball lore.

Baseball hasn’t changed much from its start,
but has grown enormously in mans heart.
Still played inning by inning,
just as it was in the beginning.

Catchers used to play without a mask,
and that was truly an enormous task.
Protection was not a primary concern,
when baseball was becoming a game to learn.

Equipment has improved over the years,
but today a fastball can stir some fears.
Rules have changed to accommodate the game,
but the best of the best can still have fame.

Power, defense, offense, or pitching stats,
each talent counts more than just at-bats.
Specialists come in for just one out,
managers confident without a doubt.

I think the hitters of days gone by,
were better hitters with a keener eye.
No AstroTurf or manicured field,
no hindsight or re-run reels.

Not just baseball, but all sports we play,
have become a part of the modern day.
Computers and technology have become mainstream,
and sports in the living room is everyone’s dream.

So everyone who has a baseball bat,
can also wear his team’s favorite hat.
Baseball belongs as part of it all,
as the umpire yells, “Play ball!”

An Ode to Football

Let me ask you a question,
what happened to football as a sport?
Now some of the players,
spend more time in court.

When we were kids,
football was lots of fun.
When the big kids chased you,
you had to be fast to outrun.

We played tackle,
on any type of ground.
Equipment didn’t matter,
as long as the ball was found.

Almost everyone had cuts and bruises,
no one really got away clean.
We never held a grudge for losing,
we just weren’t that mean.

Football was a winter game,
we played from morning ’til night.
And when we came to the end of the day,
it was forgotten as we turned off the light.

None of us were super stars,
and we only played for fun.
But every day, the team changed,
and it felt good when you won.

But with a little coaching,
who knows what might’ve been.
We may have done things better,
instead of taking it on the chin.

There was no Super Bowl when I was little,
but there was a championship game.
And whoever was the winner,
held their claim to fame.

But don’t get deflated,
call me on the cell.
If I can find the right phone,
I’ll answer and give you a yell.

Don’t get deflated,
call me at home.
I’ll answer if I’m not busy,
writing another poem.

Remember, don’t get deflated,
I’ll be home all day.
Watching two teams battle,
in San Francisco Bay.