January 31, 2005

I can't wait for beisbol!


Look, I know the Superbowl is this Sunday but I am excited for the baseball season. With apologies to Westy and Dr. Leach (for their beloved Pats pronounced PATES rhymes with gates, are in the big bowl)

But the grass is growing and spring will be here soon and pitchers and catchers will be reporting to the warm weather states for the ritual of spring training. My dear friend Westy aka Joseph Patrick Daly commissioned my father to write a baseball poem. Listen to my Pops read the poem below.

Listen Here Peeps

Play ball

The season. It’s almost here.
Hotdogs and peanuts and cheering and beer.
The excitement is mounting, what more can I say?
Halleluja brother your team’s on the way.

Many players are leaving, some won’t be back.
But new ones are coming to pick up the slack.
Will our team be greater or will it be less?
We’ll just wait and see and hope for the best.

It’s hard to imagine old heroes are gone
We’ll adjust to the new ones and cheer them on.
It’s not easy you know in many cases
to welcome home all the bright new faces.

It takes more than sluggers to stay in the lead
It takes pitching and fielding and great running speed
It takes training and practice and practice some more
It takes something else called “esprit de corps.”

We all want to win, but some have to lose,
so we’ll either be cheering or singing the blues.
It’s so exciting we’re beginning to itch,
we can hardly wait for the very first pitch.

Tension is mounting, we’ll cheer for our team.
Will they have what it takes to fulfill our dream?
We’re so excited for the umpire’s first call,
when he finally lets loose with a hearty, “play ball!”

See ya in Arizona Padre peeps,


Posted by steve at January 31, 2005 10:49 AM


Well done! I can hear the crowd noises, the crack of the bat!! I can feel the beer being spilled down my back!! :)

These are so much fun -- you two really should release these on cd.


Posted by: ms. p at January 31, 2005 12:12 PM

It takes something else called “esprit de corps.”

I meant to say -- excellent line.

Posted by: tussy at January 31, 2005 12:15 PM

Gettin' pretty good with that garage band thing eh? You rock Joe Poltz!

Posted by: eh at January 31, 2005 4:20 PM


Just wondering if this is your Besbol bit or where you got this from. I may play it on our show (Scott & BR on the Mighty 1090) in the next week or so as we get geared up for baseball.

Also, if you happen to write any little ditty about looking forward to Spring Training, the Baseball season or the 2005 Padres, send me an mp3 or link and I'll try to get it on the show along with info about the show coming up at 4th and B on the 26th.



Posted by: Ryan Schulze at January 31, 2005 9:42 PM

hi schulzey
my dad wrote this poem. you should play it on the radio. he would love that and so would i.
keep in touch.

Posted by: steverino at January 31, 2005 10:13 PM

Nothin' says spring like 'salary arbitration'. Woo-hoo!

Posted by: Frag at February 1, 2005 5:09 AM

salary arbitration rhymes with degradation and dehydration and infatuation.

notice how i made my father hold the padres in the picture. i couldn't let him just stand there wearing his dodgers cap.

hey frag, i think we are in the process of adding a k.c. show!

Posted by: steverino at February 1, 2005 7:31 AM

Yes, we noticed Steve. :)

What are all the pins all over dad's hat?

Posted by: ms p at February 1, 2005 7:53 AM

hi tussy
those pins are dodger pins that show what a die hard fan my dad is. i was raised to be dodger fan but then i became a turncoat when i moved to sandy eggo and started root root rooting for the padres back in 1980. does that make me old? or just a traitor? or an old traitor?
pah pah pah polio

Posted by: steverino at February 1, 2005 8:42 AM

I swear I posted a reply here, but I don't see it now...

For some reason I've never liked the Dodgers, and not in the same way that I hate the Yankees, (Because the Yankees suck and epitomize everything that is wrong with baseball today.) but more of a disdain for them because they are one of those "America's teams" like the Yanks or the Braves.

Also, you're only as old as you look... I mean feel... I mean act. So you're aboot 10. I don't get how someone as cool as your dad could be a Yankee fan. It's my assertion that on the date that the aliens landed and implanted your brain with all of the songs, they moved in on your dad too and brainwashed him into being a Dodger fan. Using my superior logic, that makes you a young deprogrammer, not an old traitor.

Posted by: ms p at February 1, 2005 10:06 AM

Re-reading the above I realize that I'm dainbramaged. Your Pa is NOT a Yankee fan, but a DODGER fan. Sheesh. What a maroon.

Posted by: ms pppp at February 2, 2005 4:24 AM

Hooray for a KC show! I'll get out my road trippin' shoes!

Posted by: Frag at February 2, 2005 7:41 AM

yeah. i was wondering what the heck was wrong with you. i thought you had lost your mind and then i realized that maybe i had. maybe my father was a secret yankee fan and hadn't told me. maybe there was a conspiracy and i was the last to know. so now i would like to throw out the question; papa, are you a yankees fan? well...are ya? please say it ain't so joe. i totally understand the dodger thing. hell, you raised me to be one too. vin scully is truly the best annoncer ever. i am the benedict arnold for turning my back on them and running in to the waiting arms of the padres. they were just a little last place team trying to make a name for themselves and i was a small town boy born and raised in south detroit. i took the midnight train goin' anywhere. but i won't stop believin'. i'm gonna hold on to that fee-eee-ling. the street lights go on and on and on.
daddy please don't be a yankee. tell me ms. pertussin is a liar.
if i stick a knife in your finger will you bleed dodger blue?

Posted by: steverino at February 2, 2005 8:38 AM

Another fine showing by our newest Poet Poltzeate. This poem actually made me uncomfortable in places because it captures so well the sense of impending doom felt by those whose hearts have been dashed on the rocks by their beloved team. Joe's comments about the uncertainty of the new players, the inevitability of games lost, and those nagging hopes that make the faithful ask themselves, "will this be our year?" show that baseball truly is a love affair between the fan and the game.

Thanks for getting me fired up for the 2005 season! For now, I'm going to enjoy this eerie calm before the season, and keep reminding myself that as sure as I type these words, my fragile little heart is cowering at the prospect of another year of America's Pasttime.

Posted by: JPD at February 2, 2005 9:42 AM

Steverino, your pappa is definitely not a Yankee fan. Dodgers are my team, but the Pads run a close are a traitor but I love you just the same. As for JPD, glad you liked the poem. When you move to San Diego perhaps you'll denounce your Boston Team and become a Dodger fan. Har Har. I know that will never happen. JPP

Posted by: pappa joe at February 2, 2005 11:37 AM

Pappa J-

Actually, I generally renounce my Red Sox numerous times during the season. Once July arrives, I find myself renouncing the Red Sox several times a week, often proclaiming loudly to my fiancee and the dogs that I will NEVER, under any circumstances, watch or care about another Red Sox game as long as I live. Thankfully, she never reminds me of such comments the next evening, when I hunker down for another 9 innings of Red Sox baseball.

Good luck with the Dodgers this year. Any team smart enough to leave New York deserves to be rewarded.


Posted by: JPD at February 2, 2005 12:15 PM

Now that I've actually listened to it...

All that orchestral stuff in the arrangement has me thinking that you're gunning to be the next Keith Emerson, Polio. Have you learned all the parts of Karn Evil 9 yet?

Posted by: Frag at February 2, 2005 4:35 PM

Mr. polio...your poem gave me goosbumps....Polio you love the game...Schultzie if your on this you have too much time on your hands..ha...flan out

Posted by: flan at February 2, 2005 8:34 PM

hey flan
congrats on becoming the new padres announcer! 162 games man. it's gonna be a great time. your're going to be a wonderful play by play man. i have faith in you #11 tim flannery.
peace. i am glad you dig my pop's poem.

Posted by: steverino at February 2, 2005 9:48 PM

Hi Joe,
I like your poems a lot.
I saved your poems about cornflakes
and baseball on my computer.

Posted by: Kyle McCoy at February 3, 2005 8:51 PM

i've got cornflakes, when a soldier dies, and baseball on my ipod.

Posted by: beavis at February 5, 2005 4:14 PM

Go Nats!

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