A new rally song for the New Jersey Jackals:
Space Debris
by James Finn Garner
Like a plummeting piece of space junk
The ‘Stros have flamed out like a punk.
The past six weeks they have stunk
Worse than a flatulent skunk.
When they switch to the AL next year,
Houston will have still more to fear.
They’d best get their rear ends in gear
Before AL pitchers pin back their ears.
The Sad Saga of Cabrera
By Stuart Shea
Melky built a website and he tried to wipe his hands.
Melky’s gonna hear it from the stands.
Melky’s been suspended and his name is in the mud.
Melky signed a contract with his blood.
The Mets vs. The Nationals This Past Weekend
by Stephen Jones
Like political parties after an election
each one going an opposite direction:
The Mets going south, in some recession;
The Nationals baseball’s frontrunner this season.
Even the one win seems small satisfaction
to the Mets, whose promise is now deflation.
The Mets, like the veteran politicians,
know “Nothing gets done in Washington.”
When It Comes To A Head
by Hilary Barta
Stepping into the box he was preening
And then over the plate he kept leaning
So the pitcher got peeved,
And a splitter he heaved…
Now the show-off’s in shock from the beaning.