Game 1 – The World Series

by Stephen Jones

The KC Royals got drubbed at home.
Seems the umpire wouldn’t give’em a bone.
Strikes became balls or, as they say,
A quarter of the plate was taken away.
Game 1 of the Series is now history,
But that’s what they’re arguing in KC.

 


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From Gonfalon to Woebegone

by James Finn Garner

From gonfalon
To woebegone
KC fans are crying like their fountain
That James Shields
A smorgasbord yields?
No surprise (save Joe Buck) to anyone.

The Giant hill ace
Has a post-season ERA
So small as to be microscopic
While it’s time for “Big Game”
To drop the nickname
And cancel meetings for that MLB biopic.

 


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Who Woulda Thunk?

by Stephen Jones

The Giants are flirting with destiny,
The Royals are a star-crossed team –
Yet neither got the goodwill scrutiny
In Vegas, where hope is but a dream.

Blind Vegas wrote reams
Of its number streams,
The odds which it put down on paper,
But no one, it seems,
Trusted these two teams
To play for it all in October.

 


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Wacha-Mole

By Stuart Shea

Matheny hoped for damage control
As each reliever dug a hole.
Choate was awful, Maness ehh,
Rosenthal wild, Martinez bleh.

Who is left to call on, then?
Wacha’s down there, in the pen…
He hasn’t pitched for several weeks,
But nothing’s left that doesn’t leak.

See one problem, cause another–
That’s how bullpens work, my brother.
How to fix this bullpen bleed?
Get a bigger lead.

 


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2014 Wild Card World Series

by The Village Elliott

Wild card teams took each league’s gonfalon,
Both the Giants and Royals now play on,
.     Well-matched World Series picks,
.     Think they’ll split the first six,
Best team wins seventh Game marathon.

 


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Wacha-Mole

2014 Wild Card World Series

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