Archive for October, 2008
Minimalist Baseball Poem
By Marion Shea-Light
Cubs sunk,
Sox too.
What to do?
Raise the cheer,
Wait ’till next year!!
Posted 10/30/08
Where Will All The Feral Cats in Shea Stadium Go?
by Sid Yiddish
Apologies to Pete Seeger and his “Where Have All The Flowers Gone?”
Where will all the feral cats in Shea Stadium go?
Long time hissing,
Where will all the feral cats in Shea Stadium go?
Perhaps they’ll go live down in the sewers
with all the giant super rats,
that’ll make tasty meals for all those cats
Oh, where will they all go?
Oh, where will they all go?
.
Where will all the feral cats in Shea Stadium go?
Long time hissing,
Where will all the feral cats in Shea Stadium go?
Now that Durocher’s not there
To stare him down,
Well I guess that’s what Lou Pinella is for
Oh, where will they all go?
Oh, where will they all go?
.
Where will all the feral cats in Shea Stadium go?
Long time hissing,
Where will all the feral cats in Shea Stadium go?
Maybe they’ll all hook up with Billy Joel; he needs a new backing band,
if that last album of his doesn’t tell
you anything, then these cats will
Oh, where will they all go?
Oh, where will they all go?
.
Where will all the feral cats in Shea Stadium go?
Long time hissing,
Where will all the feral cats in Shea Stadium go?
They’ll go clubbing with Howard Stern
He can never have enough cats on each arm,
While turning on that shock-jock charm
Oh, where will they all go?
Oh, where will they all go?
.
Where will all the feral cats in Shea Stadium go?
Long time hissing,
Where will all the feral cats in Shea Stadium go?
To feed the hungry, to feed the poor
Who can never afford much more than they make
Catsup & salt upon feral cat steak!
Oh, where will they all go?
Oh, where will they all go?
For more on Sid Yiddish’s poetry, music and performances, check out his My Space page.
Posted 10/28/08
On Rocking and Rolling and Focus
by Todd Herges
Why is it that the nation’s wide-angle lens
is replaced each Fall with an electron microscope?
The better to focus in on a game - the pastime –
an inning
an at-bat
a single pitch!
And how is it that this incredibly narrow-focused lens
can yet cause the scorecard to ignite
even though the days have grown so short,
the nights so cool,
the games so long?
The players step up to the plate,
they step up their games.
Crunch time.
It’s all been laid on the line.
And with tens of thousands screaming
within easy earshot,
and tens of millions more watching,
this fact easily near the top
of each player’s mind,
somehow, some way, they
show us heroics.
Posted 10/27/08
