by Michael X. Ferraro
The cap of Richard Porcello
Casts a dim light on the fellow.
It’s encrusted with gunk
And emits such a funk
Pine tar transforms into Jell-O.
Gonfalon Bubble
by the Village Elliott
Facing Mets, Jints southpaw with stubble
Again evoked Gotham’s Carl Hubbell.
Conor G’s three-run fly
Sent the Giants to Chi,
There to prick Cub’s gonfalon bubble.
Murphy’s Choice
by Hilary Barta
Do we Cubs fans want Giants or Mets?
Of drubbings by Mets we are vets
When a pitcher eyes batter
Which is which will not matter
If there’s trouble we’ll break out in sweats.
Autumn’s New Retirees
by James Finn Garner
Before the Fall gets underway,
Let us doff our caps and say
Goodbye to those who’ll junk their cleats,
Leave the park and walk the streets.
Super-versatile Angel Chone
Will now be the utility man at home.
Grant Balfour, hothead Aussie,
Can only fume when his wife gets bossy.
Phil Humber’s vaunted perfect game
Was his sole stat worth noting (such a shame).
The Prince has trouble with his neck–
He’ll inspire no more fear on-deck.
Tex and A-Rod will leave the Yanks
And all their fans will mumble thanks,
While Raf Soriano has called an end
To tell war stories, a fine fireman.
But let’s not forget the other guys,
Young tyros once, with starry eyes,
Who gave their all but somehow missed
The general manager’s call-up list.
They’re just as key to the game as any
Adam LaRoche or Brad Penny.
Talent, drive and dreams they bid,
Just like us when we were kids.
Fordham’s Second Great Flash
by the Village Elliott
One year longer than, on earth, I’ve been here,
Dodger fans, first in Flatbush, would hear . . .
Til Brooklyn’s heart’s busted . . .
Then L.A. adjusted
To Voice who taught the Game loud and clear.
In three-score seven years “Bums’ Spoken”,
No one claimed Vin Scully’s home-chokin’.
Fordham’s “Second Great Flash”
Longtime broadcasting smash
“Length of Service” will remain unbroken.