Derek Jeter and the Iron Horse

by Hart Seely

Derek Jeter took his bat
And flailed as if to a kill a rat.
He didn’t get a hit, of course,
And thus still trailed the Iron Horse.

Derek Jeter, what a bum!
Three measily hits would never come.
We really need a solid force,
But he still trailed the Iron Horse.

Derek Jeter, swinging late.
One brutal day: and 0 for eight.
And yet we state, withour remorse,
That he is now our Iron Horse.

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Posted 9/10/2009

Hart Seely is the author of  Mother Goose Goes to Washington, as well as Oh Holy Cow: The Selected Verse of Phil Rizzuto, newly released in a 15th-anniversary edition. He often hangs around the Yankee website, It is High, It is Far, It is….caught, offering tasteful and constructive comments to management and players alike.

The Supressed Passion of Derek Lee

By James Finn Garner

“Derrek Lee said 2009 is just one of “those years” and believes the Cubs don’t have to make many changes to get back to playoff form.  “It could be totally different [in 2010],” the first baseman said.”  — Chicago Tribune, 9/8/2009

This season’s been a let-down.
Except for a bad break or two,
We might be in the thick of things
Instead of trailing by 22.

Heaven knows we tried our best.
You can’t blame us guys on the team.
Every day is a titanic struggle,
No matter how blasé we may seem.

You can’t force these things to happen.
You can’t get too low or too high.
I hope the fans can understand
As another season’s drifted by.

Posted 9/9/2009

Fire Sale

By Stuart Shea

Yes, you heard right!
Underachieving major league ballplayers
Available for pennies on the dollar!
Hoot and holler
And make your way
To 35th and Shields today!

Visit Kenny Williams’ close-out old-sock sale!
Don’t wait for a flyer in the mail
Because this offer only lasts til
All the talent is gone,
Or September 30, whichever comes first.

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Posted 9/8/2009

Stu’s new book, Pink Floyd FAQ, is available now!  

Throatsinging “Take Me Out To The Ballgame”

by Sid Yiddish

Our own Sid Yiddish melds the ancient art of throat singing with modern baseball fandom, seen here last year at the Lovable Losers Literary Revue, a reading series on the North Side of Chicago.  (The series spawned the collection Cubbie Blues:  100 Years of Waiting Til Next Year, full of essays, poems, and stories, on sale here.)

To see more of Sid’s poetry and music, go to his MySpace page, Two Dollar Cockroach.