Tags: summer


Back To 1st Place With 38 Wins

Where do I begin?
Sure, last night—
We won again.
In the NL Central race, we’re taking—
First place.

The Crew gave us a trip,
To their big dip/
Their zoo.
Roof open,
Here we go again.

In extras, we rule,
Took theBrewers
Back to schoo
What a night!
I wish we’d seen,
The etra fight.

A trip to “Wrigley North”,
Had victory—
Come forth.
For the Cubs, yes—
We left a mess.

We’ll clean it up tonight,
Again under the light.
On channel 37—
NBC Sports Chicago heaven.

Let’s not go bust,
Remaining on top
Is a must.
Do you want to see,
Another round
Of victory?

I’s <3 another win,
Here we go—
Once again,
This is now—
Last night was then.

Let’s fly the W,
Can I do that—
With you?
Twice more,
In Milwaukee—
Two more wins,
I see.


What do you know?
The Cubs are 3 ½ games out of 1st place,
In the NL Central race.

While we won,
The Brewers could not,
Get the job done.
But we did,
Winning another one.

With another win,
In exciting fashion,
The home runs
Came crashin’

What an exciting way,
To end a Tuesday!
I’m glad there was no rain delay,
At all yesterday.
I <3 the “dong”,
Out of the park,
For a home run—
Didn’t take long.

I’ve seen loud home runs,
But none like this one.
“How long did it take to get out?
The announcer would soon shout.
“Thousand-one. . . gone!”
After the dong!

Good thing we don’t play,
At home today.
Thunderstorms coming,
If you don’t want to get wet—
Better be running.

Don’t hit your head,
Like the ball hit the poll—
Come inside instead.
Tonight’s game on NBC Sports Chicago,
Watching another victory—
Beginning at 6:05,
Is the way to go.

I hope for another dong,
That won’t take long.
Will watch with my bestie,
Remaining dry,
You see.

Cubs Win And The Mosquitos Bite Me

Boy, am I itchy!
Even twitch.
Got bit by mosquitos,
They <3 me—
I suppose.

Yes, I was outside,
In the twilight.
Got bit on my left hand,
Legs, too—
Not on my feet—
As I was in shoes.

Though I put on repellent,
After Mom bought it—
I still got bit,
What with it?

I guess they like me,
Regardless of what I do,
This is nothing new.
A bit early, though—
For how many bites
I currently have,
You know?

The Pirates sure got bitten,
By a baseball kitten.
Who was hungry yesterday,
For an afternoon Matinee.

I <3 how we won,
In the Pittsburg sun.
A blow-out,
It was.
2nd place still,
What a thrill!

Twenty-Six Wins

Let the celebration begin!
We’ve reach 26 wins.
I wish we were back on top;
However, our climbing—
Will never stop.

I <3 summer,
But hot weather—
Can be a bummer.
My allergies are nuts,
Oh, shucks!

I hope this hot weather means,
The Cubs have
Hitting beans.
The bats were hot,
To trot.

I didn’t se the entire game,
But it wasn’t lame.
I think we’re back,
And won’t cut the Giants
Any slack.

Go, Cubs, Go—
It is so.
We’re on fire,
Being in 1st place,
Is our desire.

Today is summer,
It’s going to be hot—
Though, the calendar shows
It’s still spring,
That means nothing.
The weather disagrees,
Out come the bees.

Today’s game is on FOX,
Out in the heat—
Without socks.
Maybe no shoes,
You choose.

Twenty-Five Cubs #FlyTheWs On A Fun-Filled And Busy Weekend In Late May 2018


Busy weekend,
A different blend.
Yes, the Cubs won—
Got the job done.

They now are tied for 2nd place,
In the National League
Central race.
I hope we can,
Keep up the pace.

The smile on my face,
Lasted all day—
I watched yesterdays game,
In more than
One place.

Celebrated a friends birthday,
In a cool way.
With his family,
My bestie—
And me.

Ate pizza, chips, and even—
Drank Pepsi.
On a chilly day,
Watching the Cubs play.

After a busy Saturday,
Participating in a 5K.
Sean, I wish you went,
It was time
Well spent.
Yes, I went in my wheelchair,
A lot of walking,
Was there.

I would do that again,
With my best friend,
As with each other—
The fun doesn’t
Have to end.

Sean, let’s do this next year,
In walking gear.
You can push me—
In my wheelchair,
I hope jackets
We won’t,
Have to wear.

Yes, this weekend was cool,
Rain was constant—
I’m no fool.
I want to see the sun,
Be able to sit outside—
And have some fun.
Walk around the building,
Just hanging out,
With you—
I’d love to do.

Twenty-Two Wins

Twenty-two wins,
Oh, how my head spins!
Yesterday’s game,
Wasn’t lame.

Atlanta put up a fight,
But, we shed light.
Winning in comeback ways,
To live more days.

I <3 how the game rocked,
Atlanta’s win—
Boy, was it blocked!
Good game, guys,
What a surprise!

Tied for 2nd place,
In the NL Central race.
Another win would be nice,
Let’s shoot for the stars,
Let’s beat them twice.

Tied with the Cardinals,
Same record—
A game back of 1st,
That’s the worst.
I hope they lose,
So we fill their shoes.

Tonight is another game,
Here we go again!
The game is,
Let’s take two,
Of the three—
That counts Mondays make-up game,
How about you?

I’ll be alive,
At 6:35.
Tonight for a win,
Let the game begin!

Yu Darvish returns,
I hope he learns.
That we want our winning streak,
To reach its peak.

“Go, Cubs, Go”
Will be sun—
At the top of my voice,
If we win again—
You know.

19 Wins

I have a good reason to grin,
The Cubs reached
Nineteen wins.
I <3 our current streak,
Let’s win again—
To end this week.

Yesterday’s game,
How awesome it was!
Like Monday,
A blow-out—
Just the same.

No game today,
It’s a day off—
To play golf?
Or spend time outside,
For a bike ride?

Tomorrow is game on,
The White Sox—
To our end of town.
Can anyone say,

Let’s kick off the weekend right,
With another winning sight.
That would be,
Such a delight.

Celebrating in the city,
Never sounded this pretty.
Today would be a good day,
No clouds in the way.

Go, Cubs!
Our winning ways,
Haven’t seen the last,
Of days.
A winning we will go,
Ho! Ho!
Just a game out of 1st place,
In this crazy race.

A Four-Game Sweep Of The Brewers With Our 15th Win

In this crazy race,
We’re still in 2nd place.
Only ½ game out of first,
This could be worse.

We swept the “Crew”,
As we intended,
To do—
Off the ground,
And out of town.

What a game from yesterday,
I hope for more,
Of the same today
Through I don’t know,
Why the early show.

Tonight’s game is at 6:05,
And hour earlier than usual—
I wonder if bad weather is to arrive.
Getting the game in early,
Could that be the rule?

No bad weather today,
According to www.weather.com-
Is on the way.
So I don’t know why—
The early start today.

I do know,
NBC SportsNet—
Calls the show.
Throwing the Rockies,
Will be a breeze.

Since we got out the broom,
From the Brewers’ doom.
Beating them was—
Ah, a piece of cake,
Now, time for a Rockie

Stuck In The House

“No day camp for you this year.”
I remember my mom telling me that prior to the summer of 1884.
While my brother was away at day camp, I was home—not because I was sick, though that ended up happening somewhat.
“Why can’t I go to day camp like EJ?” I asked.
My mom’s answer was straight. “You’re having surgery this summer”.
How does that settle with a ten-year-old? Not well, thank you.
As it turn out, that summer was hot and sticky. I can remember very little about the surgery, other than Children’s Memorial Hospital was around, and I was there for ten days total with both surgeries. I was alone most of that time, due to the fact that both my parents were working full time.
I’d had a seizure in between both procedures.
“Does your daughter have a seizure disorder”? was the question that came up during my ER visit. My mom said she couldn’t recall that; however, she did explain that I was born three months prematurely. It was determined after five days of tests that the seizure happened due to stress.
In this case, the surgery.
Itchy orange casts covered my legs for eight weeks, followed by 3 more weeks of painful rehab.
That’s how I had to be lifted and carried—in and out of the car, even the stairs.
“Does that hurt?”
“No, Mommy”.
Mom was worried about hurting me as she carried me. Dad did most of the carrying, though.
During the time in the casts, I remember my mom banging me into walls, especially when she was trying to give me a bath. The wheelchair the hospital issued me was WAY TO BIG AND WIDE for my tiny frame. Unfortunately, it looked like I was sitting in an oversized wheelchair, as though I was fat.
La Rabida was the hospital I called home that August.
To keep up in school, I was also doing school time, as part of the therapy program. There were times to just be a kid, playing with the other children—many of whom were also dealing with simiar circumstances.


Tomorrow’s Great America day,
In a cool way.
Unless there is rain,
As the weather reports say.

Getting out of the building would be cool—
A change of pace,
I’m no fool.
Though the Cubs play,
Later in the day.

I ❤ new adventures,
When the weather cooperates,
That’s for sure.

It’ll be awesome,
To have Great America fun.
Be nice to go back,
Since I haven’t been there since 1998—
Going again would be great.

Eating breakfast in a hurry,
Because to meet the bus—
I’ll have to scurry.
To go up north for a bit—
Going on up and down,
Even round and round.
Rides during the day,
That’s about it.