"Poems From A Baseball fan" by Howard Nobles picks fans of all ages up from their reading chairs and whisks them away to the baseball parks of yesteryear. "The Babe," "The Big Train," "Shoeless Joe," "The Iron Horse," "The Splendid Splinter," " Joltin' Joe, ""Say Hey!," "The Mick," the poet brings the greats from our memories with verses that are nothing short of magic time capsules. We are kids again, our baseball bats over our shoulders, our gloves swinging from their barrels, while we head for the baseball fields of our yesterdays. We don't feel the humidity-caused sweat that runs down our young faces and bodies. We are just thinking about how for an hour or two, we're going to do it like Willie, Mickey and maybe Stan the Man, or the Duke did it. For the moments we are in the wonderful grip of remembrances, we feel the seams of the baseballs, smell the leather and summer smells, hear the crack after crack of the bats. We are there again, and we are one with the diamond spirits. Nobles has truly captured baseball between the pages of this work that is small in size, but as big as the most expansive imagination. The author's poetry does what no book of statistics or volume of prose can do. "Poems of a Baseball Fan" holds captive the pure essence of what the game means to each of us who have lived it and who love it still. That essence, released one poignant memory at a time, surrounds our senses with cherished fragrances of our own fields of dreams. You've got to get this book for yourself, or for the fan who means as much to you, as baseball means to him. -Terry James
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