Reviving the Art of Baseball Doggerel
The hitter for our era
Triple Crown Miguel Cabrera
Texas falls to wild card
From A’s maulers going yard
Yankees claim at last the East
Atlanta goes to best from least
All the pieces now in place
For the annual October race
But my joy is kept in check
Hearing of Pat Neshek
Whose baby boy Gehrig passed on
Amidst all the celebrations
We cheer as one
But grieve alone
November comes
And we are gone
If you’re crowding the plate you’ll need pluck,
‘Cause a crowder by pitches gets struck
What an ace doesn’t like
In the face he will strike,
So you better be quick when you duck.
Hilary’s limerick blog LimerWrecks should be on your daily checklist.
Still, even more so now as teams race to
October playoffs, is the quiet credo:
“Nothing is harder in any given sport,
than to hit a round ball with round bat.”
Sure, pitching dynamics are well known
by a commentator’s flushed tone:
“Sinker. Slider. Fastball inside!”
A pitcher’s game, yes, no denying:
The post-season is always marked
by whose skilled hurlers are best –
and how teams advance, have lost,
and depends on mound intent.
But it’s still amazing that physics works – that
in our pastime it’s still “Round ball, round bat.”
So now’s the time all knew would come
The Sox will spend the autumn home
No pennant raised above the park
Attendance far below the mark
Even in a shit division
The batters need to hit a smidgen
Pitchers likewise should abstain
From tossing taters to start each game
Chicago now sports a perfect twosome
Cubs abysmal, White Sox gruesome