Reviving the Art of Baseball Doggerel
A litany of problems
.    Dead arm Tommy John
.    Rotator cuff Inflamed shoulder
.    Hamstring Deep bruising
A roll call of DL pitchers
.    Chamberlain & Chavez
.    Colon Corona & Curtis
.    Feliciano & Hughes
.    Marte Sanit & Soriano
And a lazy susan carousel of prospects
.    Coming & going from the minors
What’s next? What’s the math?
How to engineer the gap between
The starting rotation and Rivera?
Tar, grease, sweat and snot —
clever viscous daubs
skew its dives and dips.
Powerless to determine
its seriously wacko flight,
mighty sluggers whiff.
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Barbara Gregorich is the author of She’s on First, Women at Play, and the recently published mystery, Sound Proof. Her poetry has been published in Barnwood, Blue Collar Review, Prairie Journal, and other magazines.
Doug Davis throws nothing but junk,
Zambrano acts like a punk,
.   And Quade the boss
.   Looks like he’s lost–
Another Cubs’ season is sunk.
Are Ricketts and Hendry still believing
While fans in the bleachers are grieving?
.   ‘Cause the team on the field
.   Is again getting killed.
Who can blame Ron Santo for leaving????
Little League Hero,
First-round pick.
Partied ’til sick,
Major league zero.
Cleared his name,
Did what it takes.
Signed with the Snakes,
Back in the game.
by David Bellel
We’d like to know a little bit about you for our files
We’d like to help you get more teammates like yourself
Look around you, all you see are ineffective guys
Stay around and keep the opposition from getting home
And here’s to you, David Robertson
The Yankees love you more than you will know (Wo, wo, wo)
God bless you please, David Robertson
Heaven holds a place for those who save
(Hey, hey, hey…hey, hey, hey)
Keep throwing strike outs so no one ever goes
Put them in their place when it calls for high stakes
It’s your little secret, your Robertson-like flair
Most of all, you’ve got us off the skids
Coo, coo, ca-choo, David Robertson
The Yankees love you more than you will know (Wo, wo, wo)
God bless you please, David Robertson
Heaven holds a place for those who save
(Hey, hey, hey…hey, hey, hey)
You’ll find David posting with the rest of Yankee stalwarts over at It Is High, It Is Far, It Is….Caught.