Motor City Madness

by Millie Bovich

The Tigers broke out of the zoo
And pummeled the team “You know who”
.    With our hitters on tap
.    And our pitchers with zap
They out-Yankee-ed the Yankees, Yahoo!

A contributor from Bardball’s rookie year, Millie Bovich has been a devoted fan of the Detroit Tigers for  eight decades.

Baseball Poem, One Pence

By Stuart Shea

He may look like Anthony Michael Hall,
But Hunter Pence can do it all.
Puts it over the right field wall
With the ugliest swing you ever …  sall.

Post-Season Prediction Doggerel

by James Finn Garner

All the network media dorks
Sing the praises of New York

They hate visiting places strange
Like Motown and the Texas Range

They’d rather crawl through Gotham sewers
Than watch the Snakes or Rays or Brewers.

They’re happy as a dog with bone
To stay in th’ Eastern Time Zone.

But Yankees pitching ain’t worth a lick.
The Phillies are my pick, in six.

 

Boston Half-Baked Beans

by Hilary Barta

They were losing so nobody spoke
No schmoozing, no boasting, no joke
.    From the bench not a mention
.    Just a clenching from tension
No boos heard in Boston, just “Choke!”