The Running of the Tartabull

by Sandy Marshall

Danny,
Oh Danny,
The heart of a bull.

Hey, Danny,
Go, Danny!
The “Star Well” is full!

Now Danny!
It’s time Danny!
The son of Jose’ . . .

Stand Danny,
That’s right, Danny,
It’s time now to play.

Breathe, Danny,
On deck, Danny,
You just left the hole

Now hit, Danny,
Home run, Danny –
Grand Slam Tartabull!

Barry Bonds #15

by Phil Lacovara

The melonhead, he was a Giant,
About steroids, he didn’t mind lyin’,

With the Cream and the Clear,
Into pitchers he struck fear,

‘Til into BALCO, the law started pryin’.

7/23/07 

Ken Griffey, Jr., All-Star Starter

by William Barrett

Congrats to the NL’s starting right fielder: Ken Griffey, Jr.
He’s no longer scaling fences in Seattle with Sweet Lou and Jay Buhner,
And injury after injury shot down hopes of an 800-home run career,
But revive his youth and energy, this Cincinnati slugger has done this year.
This Red needs no juice;
For his sweet swing seems so pure and loose.
While Bonds climbs the all-time home run ladder,
The Kid’s humble march towards 600 makes a jealous and angry Barry less of a matter.
With the All-Star Game very near,
The fans favor Griffey it would certainly appear.
As the National League’s cleanup batter and number one vote-getter,
It could be argued that nobody did it better.
For even McGwire, Bonds and Sosa cannot say
They were clean like Junior; he did it the right way.

Posted 7/17/07, a week after the All-Star Game 

Junior King

by Cory Riddle

The backwards cap, the silk-smooth swing
Once again, The Kid feels like The King.
No steroids talk, no BALCO rumor–
The game has always been pure fun for Junior.

Back in the outfield, out in San Fran
If only everything had gone to plan.
An All-Star once again, out in the bay
Nostalgia knocks: dreams of Griffey’s heyday.

Posted 7/16/07

(Sorry to get to it a week after the All-Star Game, Cory) 

At Last (With Apologies to Etta James)

By H. H. Schnepper

At last,
My Cubs have come along
Your losing days are over and
Winning’s like a song…

Oh yeah…

At last,
The wind is blowing out,
.500’s in your tail lights.
Last night when I looked at you.

I had a dream that has to come true
A dream that has you wearing rings
I had a dream you won the series
A thrill that I had never, ever known!

You won…you won,
And now the spell is cast
And here you are in Cub heaven
For you have made it
At last.