Richard Ramblaz

Richard Ramblaz

Poem: Heater, hot dogs, and baseball

Poem: Heater, hot dogs, and baseball

I remember that time I was playing baseball, someone threw me a fastball, I hit a bomb. A man called the hit weak, he was up to bat and I gave him my heat, and in my head I told him, go take a seat. I felt sweat run down my neck. Take a breath of the fresh air, You...

It’s not the Dodger Dogs that bring in fans

It’s not the Dodger Dogs that bring in fans

Records almost breaking history? Rookie sensations? One-hundred-mile-per hour spherical objects coming at you taking weird hops, curves, or cutting across your body? Now what sport has all this? Baseball! But the day has come to when people are considering baseball is...