by Hilary Barta
Once so hot they could jump in the Lake,
Cubs looked shot as they slumped toward the break.
While Joe Maddon stays placid
We old fans drop antacid
‘Cause we’ve had all the lumps we can take.
Reviving the Art of Baseball Doggerel
Serenity Now: 9/12/1975
My Second Game at Wrigley Field
The Village Elliott: 7/16
First time felt Wrigley’s wind off the Lake,
Cubs shook Cards like cold wind made me shake
Felt serenely placid,
Twas glad I’d dropped acid,
Thought, “Too bad I don’t have more to take.”
The day before, 9/11, I had attended my first game at Wrigley (Cards-Cubs) with my 90 year old Great Uncle, about which I’ve written before. The next day, I returned with my old college friend who had moved to Chicago. We celebrated our reunion by dropping acid. After the game, we walked to the lake, ran a mile along the shore, then searched Old Town for the perfect piece of cheesecake. We found it.
Yesterday I posted the above comment and forgot to add my name. Since I did sign the poem, it was an oversight, not intentional. Oh, well….
Well now. That’s something.