by Larry Epke
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White Sox Spring Poser:
Will acquiring Wilson bring about
The Betemit of the team?
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Posted 4/16/09
The Wings of the Bird
by James Finn Garner
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Every kid thinks that he
Could mow down the heart of the Yankees order
If given the chance,
And someday everybody gets that chance,
And it’s good luck to talk to the ball,
And cheers are love that never dies,
And the world would love you if you showed them who you really are,
And magic can happen at any time.
That kid never dies.
That kid was the Bird.
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In memory of Mark Fidrych (1954-2009)
Posted 4/15/09
Phillies Postgame
By Stuart Shea
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There will be no wrapup.
There will be no highlights.
There will be no lamplights or postgame beers;
After 39 years
The Phillies have laryngitis.
Does God give us life to spite us?
Or is it stupid to hold to our fear
Of eternal nothingness?
If even a voice like Harry’s can be silenced in the great hall of life and death,
Then what’s the use of taking another breath?
In memory of Harry Kalas (1936-2009)
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Posted 4/14/09.
Yankee Stadium Exhibition Opener
by Ember Nickel
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Precariously perched between the spring
Of simple fantasies and the real thing
Becoming more peerless with every day–
Can I criticize an excuse to play?
I watched it on the computer, full-screen.
The scoreboards I’ve seen look much like this. Bright
Garish ads with limitless width and height.
The game filled the screen, and usually worked.
But sometimes it jerked and blurred, like it had
Been magnified too far, like that was bad.
Four-four in the fourth inning. Fours could not
Be wild, I’d thought. Too big for the game
They might repeat–but it is not the same.
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A former contributor to Baseball Toaster, Ember’s blog is Lipogram! Scorecard!, where this poem first appeared.
Posted 4/13/09.
The Incomparable Chase Utley
by David Margolis
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There is a young Phils fan from Nutley
Who roots for his team, and not subtly:
“I’ve a shrine in my home
And I’d write them a poem
But there’s nothing the rhymes with Chase Utley.”
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Posted 4/10/09