Avast mateys, thar be more

I is uncovered 2 (count ‘em 2) cases of skullduggery in they baseball park.

Blog10-whooshSkulldugger #1: The speed demon. Wanted for wanton stealing of bases.

Blog10-sproingSkulldugger #2: Springfoot. Wanted for grand theft of a home run away from the batter.

 

If’n you catches these skullduggers in the act you be sending over the boo birds to drop a big one on they heads. Les’n they plays for yer team. Then you be giving them the standing O.

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Last of the Pirate-ized Baseball Lingo – for now

If’n you not be having a roof over yer stadium, some times you gots to batten down the hatches. This also be known as a rain delay.

Blog10-Infield flyBlimey!”  That be what everybody sez when the umpire he calls the infield fly rule. Why for? On account of nobody understands they infield fly rule. They just be hoping the other guy does.

Still More Pirate-ized Baseball Lingo

Ahoy, bullpen,” be what the manager goes if’n they bases be loaded and thar be no outs. He calls for the flame-throwing relief pitcher.

Blog10-SwashbucklerIf’n the batter he gets too close to the base, they pitcher throws him the swashbuckler that sez to him it sez, “Back off.”

More Pirate-ized Baseball Lingo

The freebooters be they players that be kicking the ball around the field when they should ought to be firing it to first base.  They gets themselves a error.

Avast be what the batter sez when he be wanting a time out. Mayhaps they umpire be giving it to him, mayhaps not, if’n he not be liking the cut of the batter’s jib.

Baba Yaga’s Pirate-ized Baseball Lingo

Ahoy mateys, here be more baseball talk, pirate-style.

The hornswoggler he be waggling the bat around to fake out the pitcher.

But he be no match for the heave-ho. That be the pitch they hornswogglers not be hitting for nothing. They just looks silly while they pitcher he larfs behind his glove.

 

 

Baba Yaga’s Baseball Blogga

Blog10-GoatYo ho ho and a swig o’ the finest, it be the season for the best game EVER. I be talking about the baseball. Aye, that be a witches’ game, me swabbies. Why for? Because of they team curses. Such as the Chicago Cubs. They be cursed for 71 years on account of they be mean to a goat name of Murphy. And four other teams gots them they curses, too.

Stap me vitals, thar be jobs for witches in they baseball industry. A team witch she could undo any curse that be going around. Or cast a spell on her team’s rivals. Har, har, har, the other batters they swings at everything. They even swings when the pitcher not be throwing the ball.

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PLUS, baseball be full of pirate activity to boot. Me dad would have eaten it up like if it be a bowl of fish guts stew. You gets to steal you a base and they doesn’t claps you in irons, they claps for you. Les’n you plays for they other side. Then they goes, “Keelhaul him.”

Nar, they doesn’t. But they should. The baseball it be even better if’n they uses them the pirate lingo. Like this – The manager goes “gangway,” charges onto the field and sez to the umpire he sez, “You scurvy dog, did you forget yer eye patch today?” Then the umpire he goes, “Walk the plank buster,” and throws him outta the game.

Blog10-TankardMateys, I gots to go root on me faves – they popup-plunderin’ Pittsburgh Pirates and those strike-mashin’ seafarin’ men the Seattle Mariners. I be enjoying the game in me flying soup bowl while I guzzles a tankard of eye of newt root beer and thinks on more pirate-ized baseball lingo.  They be up here later. Mayhaps you got you some to share, too. Bring ‘em on. I be waiting for yer comments.

And the winner is…

Blog9-DoRag…do-rag C. I be totally rocking it, right? They splendifcent Terri Cohlene be picking it out for me. Terri sez to me she sez “Arrrrrr! I be thinkin’ do-rag ‘C’ to match the colour o’ yer eyes.” Aye, Terri, I is had me one tough life.  Or mayhaps two tough lives. They be giving me the red eye. Terri not only has her the sharp eye for pirate-type headgear, she be a wicked good poet, kids’ writer, and editor – and now she be doing tabletop games too. If’n that not enough, she be a all around good matey to boot. She gots her a website at www.terricohlene.com.

For all you swabbies out thar who not be picking me a do-rag, I feels yer pain. You be too dazzled by all they wonderfulness to choose you just one. That be Baba Yaga’s problem too. It be all good me mateys, it be all good.

Blog9-GoneAnd now I be leaping into me soup bowl and taking me do-rag for a test flight.

SOS: HELP Baba Yaga pick out a do-rag

Happy spring, mateys. Wazzup with you? As for me, I gots hats on me brain. But I not be Blog8-Baba_Hathaving a hat on me head. Once upon a time, I had me a regular witch-type hat that tied under me chin so’s it not be blowing away when I paddles me soup bowl. But the March winds they be something fierce. Me hat it flies orf and the knot it squeezes me throat shut. Yar, me hat it almost strangulates me. I wastes no time giving it away to me landlubber witch pal. Now I be on the lookout for a hat that completes me look without cutting orf me circulation.

Stap me vitals! They thought it just smacks me upside the head. I needs a gen-u-wine Blog8-Pirate_Shoppirate do-rag like me love Black Jack Higgins and me nanny Fish Guts Malloy. I could conjure one up with me little wand. But it not be a official do-rag with they pirate stamp of approval. So I takes me down to a dusty old shop that be selling all things pirate. They gots them racks and racks of do-rags. Bonus! I picks me out the perfect do-rag so’s I has me a killer head shot for when me book it finds itself a publisher.

Not bonus! They be too many choices. The salesman he be giving me the big-time stink eye after the 23rd do-rag I tries on. I be giving him the bigger-time stink eye until I finds me the Final Four. And thar I be stuck. Here they be:

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I leaves it all up to you, me hearties. Tell me which one be The One – and why. You gets you extra credit for talking like a pirate. I be pronouncing the winner on April 30. If’n that not be enough, I be visiting yer website or blog and giving you they Baba Yaga Seal of Approval. Go for it. You knows you wants it.

Baba Yaga’s Love Story

Avast me hearties, don’t go blaming this blog on the Valentine’s Day. The real scallywag it Blog7-gumbe the stick of Black Jack gum me tween mateys be giving me. “It’s so YOU, Baba Yaga,” they sez to me they sez, “Black for a witch and Jack for a pirate.” Son of a sea dog, they not be knowing the half of it. It was like as if that thar gum he be a time machine – takes me right back to me times with me love, Black Jack Higgins.

Black Jack be a member of me dad’s pirate crew. He gots no place to go when they ship it be in port so me dad lets him stay with us. The first time he came he sticks up his nose and sniffs like as if our eye of newt stew it be bad grub. The next time he comes I be Blog7-babayagagiving him the big time stink eye, but he shoots me the look that sez, “Arr, I be a lucky buccaneer to be here with you, Baba Yaga.” Stap me vitals! I be the witch, but I fell under his spell. When they be at sea I waits for me dad to come home, but I waits for Black Jack more. Then one day me dad’s new first matey tells him black cats be unlucky.

Blog7-catAye aye, Black Jack Higgins not be no scruffy pirate. He be they ship’s cat. Every good pirate ship it gots it a cat so as to catch all they rats so as they not be eating up all the food. So me dad he gets him a buff tabby cat and Black Jack he gets to stay home with us permanent-like. Yar! What pirate-talking witch not be loving her a pirate ship’s black cat? I makes him me sidekick. That black cat he rides tall on the lip of me flying soup bowl. Oh, the places we went! Too bad he be using up all his nine lives 77-1/2 years ago. But he still be me love.

Gang way mateys, this blog be reminding me I needs to go shopping. Why for? Tune in next month and you be finding out.

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