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Béisbol | |
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Una vista del campo de béisbol del Wrigley Field, Chicago, Illinois, Estados Unidos. | |
Otros nombres | Beisbol
Pelota base |
Primer partido | A mediados del siglo XVIII o antes, Inglaterra (forma primitiva)
19 de junio 1846, Hoboken, Nueva Jersey (primer registro de un juego con reglas) |
Características | |
Accesorios | Pelota de béisbol
Bate Guante de béisbol |
Olímpico | 1992–2008 |
El béisbol, beisbol o pelota base [1] (del inglés baseball) es un deporte de conjunto jugado entre dos equipos de 9 jugadores cada uno. Es considerado uno de los deportes más populares de Estados Unidos, Japón, Canadá, Corea del Sur (actual Campeón Olímpico), Taiwán, Cuba (actual Campeón Panamericano), Australia, México Nicaragua, Panamá, Puerto Rico, Sudáfrica, HolandaRepública Dominicana, Italia y Venezuela. Los países considerados potencias de este deporte se encuentran concentrados en América (Norte, Central, Caribe y Venezuela ubicada en el Sur) y en Asia, siendo los Continentes Europeo y Africano los más rezagados, aunque Europa cuenta con dos buenos exponentes como Holanda e Italia; y en África (actual Campeón Europeo), sólo cabe destacar a la selección de Sudáfrica con algunos buenos talentos.
Se juega en un extenso campo de césped natural o artificial (con excepción de la zona donde los jugadores de la ofensiva corren para alcanzar las bases, ubicadas en los vértices del área cuadrangular llamada diamante, y anotar, llamada línea del corredor, y el área del lanzador donde el terreno es una loma de tierra).
El objetivo del juego es golpear una pelota con un bate (batear), desplazándola a través del campo y correr por el campo interno de tierra (infield) buscando alcanzar la mayor cantidad de bases posibles hasta dar la vuelta a la base desde donde se bateó (home) y lograr anotar el tanto conocido como carrera, mientras los jugadores defensivos buscan la pelota bateada para eliminar al jugador que bateó la pelota o a otros corredores, antes que éstos lleguen primero a alguna de las bases o consigan anotar la carrera (véase Reglas para más detalles del juego).
El equipo que anote más carreras al cabo de los nueve (9) episodios, llamados innings que dura el encuentro, es el que resulta ganador. Si al término de los nueve innings regulares persiste un marcador igualado en carreras, el encuentro se extiende cuanto sea necesario para que haya un ganador, según las reglas básicas del juego no existe el empate, el cual es permitido sólo en ligas amateurs e infantiles para limitar el desgaste de los jugadores. A diferencia de otros deportes que se juegan con pelota, tales como el fútbol, al que también se le conoce como balompié, o el baloncesto conocido también como básquetbol; a pesar de que "béisbol" podría traducirse al español, la costumbre del uso de su forma de raíz inglesa, podría dar la sensación de un nombre fonéticamente extraño: la traducción tendría que ser pelotabase o bolabase, aunque en algunos países de habla hispana se le acostumbra denominar coloquialmente como el juego de pelota o sencillamente pelota.Por otro lado, una de las características que diferencian al béisbol de otros deportes de conjunto, es que en éste la defensa es la que tiene la pelota.
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Hey Joe
Hey Joe, where you goin' with that gun in your hand
Hey Joe, I said where you goin' with that gun in your hand I'm going down to shoot my old lady You know, I've caught her messin' around with another man I'm going down to shoot my old lady You know, I've caught her messin' around with another man And that ain't too cool Hey Joe, I've heard you shot your woman down, shot her down, now I said I've heard you shot your old lady down, You shot her down to the ground Yes I did, I shot her You know, I caught her messin' round, messin' round town Yes I did, I shot her You know, I caught my old lady messin' around town And I gave her the gun I SHOT HER! Hey Joe, alright Shoot her one more time, baby Hey Joe, said now Where you gonna run to now? Where you gonna run to? Hey Joe, I said where you gonna run to now? Where you, where you gonna go? Well, dig it I'm goin' way down south, Way down to Mexico way Alright! I'm goin' way down south, Way down where I can be free Ain't no one gonna find me Ain't no hangman gonna, He ain't gonna put a rope around me You better believe it right now I gotta go now Hey Joe, you better run on down Good by everybody Hey Joe, uhh Run on down Louie Louie
CHORUS: Louie Louie, oh no We gotta go Aye-yi-yi-yi Louie Louie, oh baby We gotta go A Fine little girl awaits for me She's just a trip across the sea Me sail that all alone Me never know how I make it home CHORUS Three nights and days I sail the sea I think of girl, 0' constantly On that ship, I dream she there I smell that rose hangin' in her hair. CHORUS Okay, let's give it to 'em, right now! GUITAR SOLO Me see Jamaica, the moon above It won't be long, me see my little love I take her in my arms again I tell her I'll never leave again CHORUS Let's take it on outa here now Let's go! The weight
I pulled into Nazareth, I was feelin' about half past dead; I just need some place where I can lay my head. "Hey, mister, can you tell me where a man might find a bed?" He just grinned and shook my hand, and "No!", was all he said. (Chorus:) Take a load off Fannie, take a load for free; Take a load off Fannie, And (and) (and) you can put the load right on me. I picked up my bag, I went lookin' for a place to hide; When I saw Carmen and the Devil walkin' side by side. I said, "Hey, Carmen, come on, let's go downtown." She said, "I gotta go, but m'friend can stick around." (Chorus) Go down, Miss Moses, there's nothin' you can say It's just ol' Luke, and Luke's waitin' on the Judgement Day. "Well, Luke, my friend, what about young Anna Lee?" He said, "Do me a favor, son, woncha stay an' keep Anna Lee company?" (Chorus) Crazy Chester followed me, and he caught me in the fog. He said, "I will fix your rags, if you'll take Jack, my dog." I said, "Wait a minute, Chester, you know I'm a peaceful man." He said, "That's okay, boy, won't you feed him when you can." (Chorus) Catch a Cannonball, now, t'take me down the line My bag is sinkin' low and I do believe it's time. To get back to Miss Annie, you know she's the only one. Who sent me here with her regards for everyone. (Chorus) Waiting for the man
Lou Reed
I'm waiting for my man Twenty-six dollars in my hand Up to Lexington, 125 Feel sick and dirty, more dead than alive I'm waiting for my man Hey, white boy, what you doin' uptown? Hey, white boy, you chasin' our women around? Oh pardon me sir, it's the furthest from my mind I'm just lookin' for a dear, dear friend of mine I'm waiting for my man Here he comes, he's all dressed in black PR shoes and a big straw hat He's never early, he's always late First thing you learn is you always gotta wait I'm waiting for my man Up to a Brownstone, up three flights of stairs Everybody's pinned you, but nobody cares He's got the works, gives you sweet taste Ah then you gotta split because you got no time to waste I'm waiting for my man Baby don't you holler, darlin' don't you bawl and shout I'm feeling good, you know I'm gonna work it on out I'm feeling good, I'm feeling oh so fine Until tomorrow, but that's just some other time I'm waiting for my man Julia dream
Pink Floyd
Sunlight bright upon my pillow Lighter than an eiderdown Will she let the weeping willow Wind his branches round Julia dream, dreamboat queen, queen of all my dreams Every night I turn the light out Waiting for the velvet bride Will the scaly armadillo Find me where I'm hiding Julia dream, dreamboat queen, queen of all my dreams Will the misty master break me Will the key unlock my mind Will the following footsteps catch me Am I really dying Julia dream, dreamboat queen, queen of all my dreams Hoochie Coochie Man
The gypsy woman told my mother Before I was born I got a boy child's comin' He's gonna be a son of a gun He gonna make pretty women's Jump and shout Then the world wanna know What this all about But you know I'm him Everybody knows I'm him Well you know I'm the hoochie coochie man Everybody knows I'm him I got a black cat bone I got a mojo too I got the Johnny Concheroo I'm gonna mess with you I'm gonna make you girls Lead me by my hand Then the world will know The hoochie coochie man But you know I'm him Everybody knows I'm him Oh you know I'm the hoochie coochie man Everybody knows I'm him On the seventh hours On the seventh day On the seventh month The seven doctors say He was born for good luck And that you'll see I got seven hundred dollars Don't you mess with me But you know I'm him Everybody knows I'm him Well you know I'm the hoochie coochie man Everybody knows I'm him Heroin
(Lou Reed)
I don't know just where I'm going But I'm gonna try for the kingdom, if I can 'Cause it makes me feel like I'm a man When I put a spike into my vein And I'll tell ya, things aren't quite the same When I'm rushing on my run And I feel just like Jesus' son And I guess that I just don't know And I guess that I just don't know I have made the big decision I'm gonna try to nullify my life 'Cause when the blood begins to flow When it shoots up the dropper's neck When I'm closing in on death And you can't help me now, you guys And a You can all go take a walk And I guess that I just don't know And I guess that I just don't know I wish that I was born a thousand years ago I wish that I'd sail the darkened seas On a great big clipper ship Going from this land here to that In a sailor's suit and cap Away from the big city Where a man can not be free Of all of the evils of this town And of himself, and those around Oh, and I guess that I just don't know Oh, and I guess that I just don't know Heroin, be the death of me Heroin, it's my wife and it's my life Because a mainer to my vein Leads to a center in my head And then I'm better off and dead Because when the smack begins to flow I really don't care anymore About all the Jim-Jim's in this town And all the politicians makin' crazy sounds And everybody puttin' everybody else down And all the dead bodies piled up in mounds 'Cause when the smack begins to flow Then I really don't care anymore Ah, when the heroin is in my blood And that blood is in my head Then thank God that I'm as good as dead Then thank your God that I'm not aware And thank God that I just don't care And I guess I just don't know And I guess I just don't know |