Start of the Blue Jay Report

Some things we read, we read for humor, pass time, others we read to expand our knowledge. This blog could possibly be all of them. My goal is to show the readers how the Blue Jays are doing in the month of June.

Outside Article

Ball is.....

Baseball is grass, chalk, and dirt displayed the same yet differentlyIn every park that has ever heard the words play ball.

Baseball is a passion that bonds and divides all those who know it.

Baseball is a pair of hands stained with newsprint,A set of eyes squinting to read a boxscore,A brow creased in an attempt to recreate a three-hour gameFrom an inch square block of type.

Baseball is the hat I wear to mow the lawn.

Baseball is a simple game of catchand the never-ending search for the perfect knuckleball.

Baseball is Willie vs Mickey, Gibson vs Koufax, and Buddy Biancalana vs the odds.

Baseball links Kansan and Missourian, American and Japanese,But most of all father and son.

Baseball is the scent of spring,The unmistakable sound of a double down the line,And the face of a 10-year-old emerging from a pile of bodiesWith a worthless yet priceless foul ball.

Baseball is a language of very simple words that tell unbelievably magic tales.

Baseball is three brothers in the same uniform on the same team for one brief summerCaptured forever in a black and white photo on a table by the couch.

Baseball is a glove on a shelf, oiled and tightly wrapped, Slumbering through the stark winter months.

Baseball is a breast pocket bulging with a transistor radio.

Baseball is the reason there are transistor radios.

Baseball is a voice in a box describing men you've never met, In a place you've never been, Doing things you'll never have the chance to do.

Baseball is a dream that you never really give up on.

Baseball is precious.

Baseball is timeless.

Baseball is forever.

By Greg Hall