Monday Musical Memory: Take Me Out to the Ball Game

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My late husband Bill was an avid baseball fan. His favorite team was the Colorado Rockies, and he stood by them always. They lost many games over the last few years of Bill’s life. At the end of a losing game, he was so frustrated sometimes that he would say, “The Rockies are rotten to the core.” At the start of the next game though, his ear was glued to the radio, anticipating the first pitch. Bill’s adoration of this team inspired a character in my new novel, The Red Dress, coming soon.

A year after he passed, I had an opportunity to attend a Colorado Rockies game. I was visiting relatives in Colorado Springs, and my uncle from California, an avid Los Angeles Dodgers fan, was also there. He had tickets to see the Dodgers play the Rockies at Coors Field in Denver.

So, I went with him and my uncle and aunt in Colorado Springs, and my cousins from Denver joined us. Because of my limited vision, I couldn’t see much of the action, and I forgot to bring a radio with headphones so I could hear the play-by-play, but since my cousins were Rockies fans, I could tell which team was ahead by who was happy. As the evening wore on, my uncle became more jubilant and my cousins more depressed.

I felt close to Bill, sitting in those stands. If he were still alive, he would have called me a million times from the nursing home to discuss the game and perhaps hear the roar of the crowd over the phone as well as on the radio. If he were actually at the game, he would have stayed till the bitter end, which my California uncle did since the Dodgers were winning, but I left with my Colorado Springs kin soon after the seventh-inning stretch.

Speaking of the seventh-inning stretch, the song I’m singing today is in commemoration of the opening of the National Baseball Hall of Fame eighty years ago on June 12th. The song, which is usually sung at the ballpark during the seventh inning stretch,  was recorded live at Elm Croft, an assisted living facility where I entertain for their monthly birthday parties. I accompanied myself on guitar since a piano wasn’t available. Click the link below to hear it.


Take Me Out to the Ball Game


How about you? Have you ever attended a major or minor or even a little league baseball game? Did your team win?


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Two Years After My Husband’s Passing

Today’s poem was inspired by the video prompt at . This is the second in a series of prompts posted at . .




In his mid-60’s, the same age as when we met, with gray hair, sunglasses,

he takes the seat next to me at the ball park.

I half expect him to say, “Hello sweetie.”

Instead, he asks in his familiar, lilting voice

if I’m a Colorado Rockies fan.

I say yes, intent on the game.


My cousin whispers that he looks like Bill.

I ignore her, ask if he knows the score

since I can’t read the board with my limited vision.

He says it’s 0-5 with the opposing team ahead.

We listen, watch in silence,


sing “Take Me Out to the Ballgame” at the seventh inning stretch.

He offers to bring me something to eat.

I say I’ll go with him,

stand, take his arm, allow him to guide me,


marvel that his blind eyes can now see in death,

and he no longer walks with a limp.

We purchase our food and drinks, return to our seats.


The opposing team creams the Rockies 12-3.

As we’re getting ready to leave, we shake hands.

He says he’ll see me around,

walks away–I take my cousin’s arm.

We file out of the stadium.


Abbie Johnson Taylor, Author


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Fun Pun Revisited

Today’s poem was written and posted here a couple of years ago after my late husband Bill passed. Baseball season opens this coming Sunday, and if Bill were still alive, he would have been following the Colorado Rockies spring training games and waiting with baited breath for their season opener. I was inspired to do this instead of following the daily prompt at which contains a link to the poem “Casey at the Bat.”

The following is a fun pun poem which utilizes words that are spelled differently and have different meanings, i.e. sight (s i g h t) instead of site. (s i t e.) If you’re a baseball fan, enjoy the games, and may the best team win.


If you get a fowl bawl, (b a w l) you’re not playing the game write. (w r I t e) When you’re on home plate, and you see the ball coming toward you, swing the bat and prey (p r e y) that it connects with the bawl (b a w l) and sends it in the write (w r i t e) direction. Theirs `(t h e i r s) a trick to that you will master only after months of practice and only if you have good I’s. (I ‘ s) It mite (m i t e) be better two (t w o) dew (d e w) something like water aerobics which doesn’t require a lot of I (i) site. (s I t e) It beats being hit in the knows (k n o w s) with a bawl. (b a w l)

Abbie Johnson Taylor, Author

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