I can only think of quotes from Bull Durham, which I think wouldn't work for titles, since, you know, theft.
Actually, you can use stuff like that without it being considered theft. I think. And besides, this is only a working title. I'm not one of those writers who has to have incense burning and the chair placed just so and the rising moon in the seventh house and my favorite brand of diet green tea at hand in order to begin writing. I just need two things: a working title and a playlist.
The playlist is proving surprisingly easy. Thank goodness for baseball's reliance on songs from the 70s and 80s.
No, loving nonsense poetry and Edward Lear to death doesn't help me with omnis' post.
A local sports guy used to write a baseball column called "Trouble If It's Fair," which I thought was a great name.
Infield Fly Rule (That just makes me laugh. Skip Caray used to do a talk show and someone asked about the infield fly rule at least once every show. He lost his temper over it frequently. He developed an explanation that he would say very fast in about 10 seconds. People would ask about it just to make him mad. I'm having a lot of trouble facing baseball season without Skip and Pete Van Wieren, who announced his retirement shortly after Skip's death. I guess after 33 years, it's hard to think about breaking in a new play-by-play partner.)
On Deck
Designated Hitter (but only if it's a metaphor)
No Crying in Baseball
Long Season
Sliding Home
Choking Up
In The Gap
Flight of the Enchanted Tater
(Okay, that last one is the name my stepdad and brother gave to a hit that's just *drilled* over the wall.)
I took one of my closest friends to a Giants/Dogs baseball game in 2002 at Pacific Bell Park. David is English, and just learning the game of beisbol. He asked a lot of questions, which made it fun for me, and was soaking it all in.
In the 2nd or 3rd inning, Schmidt got one of the Dodgers to hit into a double play. I turned to David and said, "that's a double play, and it's also called 'a pitcher's best friend'" and he nodded seriously.
The 7th inning comes and another Dodger hits into a double-play. By this time, the people in the stands near us know David's been learning the game, and have been ribbing himm and quizzing him.
I turn to David and say, "that play?? What's it also called??" Without missing a beat, he loudly proclaims "a pitcher's favorite whore!"
He Balked!
It's a dribbler down first
Lost it in the lights
Touch them all
Moment in the sun
Field of Dreams (I know, it's taken already, but if you think of it in a "plowing" sense... ok, nevermind)
Glad He's not on Steroids (with one of those cheesey covers you linked to earlier, his backside, looking through his legs and seeing a pleased look on her face)
Oh god, tell me your not doing a football book. Listening to Madden talk on gameday is enough to make me snicker like a 12 y.o. for half the game.
All I can think of is stuff like "From Way Downtown, Bang!" Which, okay, wrong sport, and graphic besides.(Well, in this context, maybe)
LOVE the baseball talk. Ummmmm, baseball.
ION, chores are bad for your (or at least my) health. I was cleaning out the refrigerator and stood up quicking, crashing my head into the freezer handle. There was blood and now it feels like I have an ostrich egg on my forehead. Of course, I'm not done with the fridge, but oh well.
