They’re Shutting The Stadiums Down, In A Two-Team Baseball Town, Part 1
by Sid Yiddish
In the city of cities
Of old New York,
Where Manhattan is an island
And Jews in Brooklyn don’t eat pork,
Where they search you on the subway at the drop of a hat and the kings of the sewers are giant super rats, they are shutting down Yankees & Shea Stadiums,
Just like that, without even asking if the fans truly care, and most likely they do, in a two-team baseball town.
Where the dust never shakes too hard upon Ground Zero, whose souls lie beneath, are now called heroes; where greed and lust encrust Wall Street and where a two-team baseball town swings to its own beat.
You’d think the club owners would leave well enough alone and just refurbish and not rebuild The House That Ruth Built from new bare bones, but sadly, Shea is closing too and where on earth will the feral cats that have lived within the bowels of that park for years, where will they run to after that last stadium light goes dark?
Nine lives don’t cut it even when a two-team baseball town probably will gut it, just like they did to CBGB, too.
Is it any wonder why I’m slowly losing interest in baseball?
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Posted 10/2/08
Armageddon Somethin’ Goin’ On
by James Finn Garner
Some say we face the End Times,
With ice caps disappearing,
Financial pains and hurricanes,
And war with Russia nearing.
But th’ hills of Armageddon
Will look like fields of clover
If the Pale Hose and Cubs oppose
Each other in October.
We’ll see blue-faced yuppies pounce
On shirtless mokes with mullets,
The Bridgeport night with bombs alight,
and Bernie’s strafed with bullets.
The hordes of Satan’s army
And counterparts from Heaven
Will find that they’ve not much to save
If the Series goes to seven.
Posted 10/1/08